Her husband showed what she interpreted as affection and she coursed her hand through his hair. She wasn't sure if that was what it was or if it was something else entirely, but she would only know if and when he seemed to respond to the behavior of her petting his hair softly. He seemed informative instead of judgemental, and it seemingly put the growing tension within her to ease. If he handled more of their conversations in a learning way as he did now, she felt she could better understand. 

It seemed she came close to the mark, but upon hearing him, she nodded, showing him that she heard him. She figured it was something akin to that, but wasn't sure how and when she should do it. After his brief explanation though it made more sense to her. At times of request, he would ask her to calm herself, much as she had to him.

He paused, explaining afterwards in careful manner that she was too hot to handle. She was slightly worried that he was going to say that he didn't like it, but he actually did the opposite, dispelling the worry within her and causing a bit of happiness to come flooding in.

As he pressed up further into her scratching hand, she moved downward toward the back of his head and scratched there lightly as she listened. 

"Yeah...I understand," she answered in brief. 

He then explained further and she chewed her lip in nervousness.

"Well, I hoped not, but I was actually kind of confused. When I look at my mother and she looks at me, I know what she is thinking. In the same way, you were trying to do that with me I think and I just got the feeling you were saying that my bond was too overwhelming for you, to slow and calm down- which you were, but I wasn't sure how long you wanted me to be calm, to sort of let you handle it my laouru nature. So I was just doing what I could to not overwhelm you."

Just because she had permission to do it, didn't mean she did overwhelm him just then. There was no particular rise in her emotion at that moment, so she was in a way, idle.