She just knows how to take care of him. He never has to ask for much of anything. Sometimes he cries because of how deeply she touches him. Always holding hands, always snuggling up to each other, when they are together it's like nothing else matters. In the refuge of her he knows he is safe to break down, to cry, to sob, to wail, to release. She holds him tight and gives him little kisses on his head. She stands about an inch taller and he loves it. When they greet and hug, he has to look up a bit to meet her eyes then lays his head on her chest. He calls it his happy place. She is his Amazon warrior, his Wonder Woman who saves him from the bad people. She is his Valkyrie, his shield maiden. She is his cuddler.