The wraith made a noise in the back of his throat, though still smiled. He did his part he supposed.

"My commander?" Todd repeated, taken aback by the possessive title she'd called him. But commented no further on it.

He patted her jaw and withdrew. "Come, get dressed so that you may eat and then we may spar." He'd been waiting for far too long to spar with her again thanks to her carelessness with fighting Ronon. And now that her ability was on a tighter leash, he wouldn't have to worry about suddenly feeling like he'd been hit by a truck.