What does this mean?

The bathwater had cooled to a gentle warmth, its surface rippling slightly as Eires shifted her back more firmly against Jason’s chest. His arms were draped securely around her middle, their fingers loosely threaded beneath the water. Neither of them spoke. There was nothing but the occasional drip from the faucet and the low hum of the magical wards keeping the suite private and quiet.

She felt the tension bleeding from her muscles bit by bit, as though the heat and silence were coaxing it out of her bones. For the first time in what felt like days—her body didn’t ache, and her mind wasn’t racing.

Here, like this, wrapped in the safety of Jason’s arms, she could almost pretend that nothing else exist. That the shadow of who she might be wasn’t pressing down on her like an avalanche waiting to fall.

Almost.

Jason’s voice broke the quiet, soft and cautious. “As much as I love having you naked and, in my arms, I think we should discuss what had just happened yesterday babe.”