"Oh yes," Skellig rolls his eyes, laughing. "That would be quite the entrance I would like to make as the husband of the Goddess. Carried in your arms, dropped off somewhere to recover in public," he shakes his head. "No thank you, I would walk. Perhaps I could find...something to help."

Herbs. Undergarments. Spellwork. Something.

"I would like to spend more time with Elihu. I do feel as if we got along well, he and I."