The press of his lips to her temple makes her relax a little bit more, and she lets out a soft sigh. She’s feeling warmer, now, and most of it – all of it – is because of Cisco. The memories are still there, the phantom ache in her collarbone where Zoom had driven his talons into her shoulder is still there, but they’re both starting to ease their hold on her, the longer she lays there curled up against him.

She shifts, so she can press a kiss to his jaw.