my hands went everywhere , searching every single hair on his head and up and down his body , just to be sure he was n't injured . instead , i remove my favorite knife and a sharpening stone , then go sit by the fire and begin sharpening the blade . he wrapped me in his arms , and i felt his chin press softly against the top of my head . the way i thought it just now seemed like it was something that had already been decided-like my head knew something it did n't inform the rest of me about . 