We all are.

Yeah.

I love you.

Snuggle. I will love you forever and I won't let you die again.

I know you will. I love you so.

Squeeze. Pet. 

She continues to be soft and affectionate and appreciative of pettings.

I bet it would be fun to run with you on my back, she muses at one point.

That does sound fun.

She bends her front legs to make it easier for him to climb on.

He does.

She waits until she's sure he's secure and then takes off.

He buries his face in her fur. This is excellent.

I love you so much. No one else in the world would be so--you--at "suddenly, spouse is werewolf."

Sweetheart, if it doesn't mean the Enemy can hurt you I am so, so delighted you're a werewolf.

I know, it's so great.

It makes it feel like something good and beautiful instead of something violating. You make me feel good and beautiful instead of violated.

I love you and I am totally in favor of random cosmic forces trying to fuck you over and only leaving you stronger.

She skids to a stop. You need to get off so I can turn human and kiss you, she informs him.

He can do that.

And she resumes bipedality and throws her arms around his neck and kisses him.

(Turning into a wolf does not preserve one's wardrobe. She's gotten into the habit of covering herself in dream-worked clothing as soon as she stops being a wolf. This time she doesn't bother.)

Oh god Idaia Idaia I missed you - 

Here now, here now, oh love, darling sweetheart love you love you--

I love you so much.

It's so good to be home. Love you--missed you--

Love you so much -

Tumunzahar was lovely but my bed was far too cold each night without you in it beside me.

I'll never be without you again.