Even if she wants to, she keeps her arms steady. No curve around him, no twitch, only the reassuring press of both hands to either side of his chest. Even if he's going all in she wants to demonstrate restraint. For him.

Its own sort of gesture.

"Never gonna have to worry about it," she promises, and she does nuzzle his shoulder for emphasis. "I'm right here and staying. We're going to be stupid and stubborn and look after each other, and I'm going to adore you. I feel lucky. Grateful."