Of course it felt too short. A year is nothing after so long. [ A year is perhaps more than an entire waking cycle to her, but most immortals pass a year in a blink even when they're not at the end of centuries of suffering. ]

You don't have to be good at asking. It's my job to be good at offering. Or at least gracefully pivoting. [ One of her hands lifts and starts idly, and very gently, untangling his hair. Her dexterity is perfect for it, and it should feel nice in addition to being productive. ]

I may not be good at cooking, but comfort, that I'm good at.