It's his fault, he thinks, first that she died and then that she was abducted and hurt. They're things he can never change, but he believes he can keep her safe now. Safe and close, the level of his feeling for this woman beyond what he considers reasonable. He's not sure of it's the weight of her against his body and in his arms now or the memory of it that's affecting him this way.

A hand twists in her shirt as he steps back toward the bed. Riddick tugs at it as he lowers them down. "Tell me, I'll go."

This has to be what she wants. He won't be responsible for breaking her, not again.