"I also will need to recover," he adds. "And I suspect they would be appreciative."

His eyes drift from her face to the table where the small pot rests that Tawaret had left for her, but he doesn't linger, his focus returning back to Kreyu. He has a suspicion that she doesn't remember the midwife coming, but he wants to confirm it, before he mentions.

"We fit well together, in this bed as such." Her body wrapped around his.