It took her a long moment before she finally spoke, her voice soft as she spoke into his collar.

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

And she let go slightly, to move her hands tentatively to his face, pressing her fingers slightly into his temple. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling faintly.

"Matthew 11:28 is my favorite."