A little harder is good at first, but the pressure on the curve of her back is too much, enough to make it twinge warningly. Maybe she could just push through it, but she knows North wouldn't want her to. So she takes an unsteady breath, hand coming up to stroke his hair. "Shh," she murmurs. "Shh. Slower, baby. A little slower."

She focuses everything on him, her gaze fixed on his. It would be easy, to hate herself in this moment, hate her injury, but she doesn't want to. She desperately wants this to just be about them, about being together and loving each other and for it to be all right.