[ He looks down at Wren's hand for a moment, and then reaches out to touch it, letting his hand warm the other's. ]

You...

[ There's a moment of reluctance, but after a soft sigh, he shifts so that their sides are touching. ]

... gave that power away. To me. You, um... didn't actually do it intentionally, but when I told you... you said to keep it, since...

[ A soft, shy chuckle escapes. He can feel his face getting warmer. ]

Well, you were very young, but you were very determined to soul bond with me once you knew your name. So, when I told you what happened with your power, you said it was fine... because you would be marrying me, anyway.

[ He sheepishly chuckles and presses a hand to the back of his own neck for a moment. Shyly, he glances back at Wren. ]

But that isn't to say I intend to keep it from you, if you'd like it back now! I think you should have it back, if it would make you feel better. After all, you can't-...

[ Aeryn realizes, a little too late, he doesn't like where that last sentence is going. Instead of figuring out a better ending for it, he simply lets it hang in the air, his gaze averting to the side as his brow pinches. ]