She doesn't have to worry, he can lead her, read her own desires and pleasures for the both of them, but he's also heppy to let her take the lead, to learn to read him and to understand herself. He's an old hand, but this is new for her.

He relaxes into her, eases the part of him that strained so hard against the wills of the Tuk'ata, and keeps that marginal door open, lets her bask in it all she needs: warmth and compassion and unconditional love.