"I'm very sure. Very, very sure beloved, I am so tired of being alone." He sighs quietly, resting his thorax on Ryja's chest.

"Normally I enjoy this form, but I wish so badly I could hold you properly right now..." he grumbles. "But at least I can start making arrangements...I'll clear out a space for you, and next month I can build an extension, so you'll have your own room...anything you need to be comfortable. I want you to be comfortable."

He wants her close, where he can see her and dote on her and know that she's real.