"I am good at hiding things."

Skellig shudders as she kisses at his neck, happy to have the contact, the exchange of pleasure.

"Once we return, I will see about crafting us a slightly larger bed," he groans as she licks at his neck, his voice dropping to a husky rasp. "Give us a bit more room for...activities."

Plus, he figures he will need something to do with his time, once she has 'healed' and returned to work with Taweret.