There are likely many reasons her words strike him so hard, so deep, in this moment. Kreyu is, in every way, the opposite of the man in his memory. A being more powerful and of higher social status than that man could ever imagine whose instinct toward those in need is to help, to kindness. She is a part of his soul, his wife, his love. She would never let him want in such a way again so long as there was breath in her body. She loves all of him, accepts all of him, VALUES all of him as precious.
She packs the bag, takes his hand, and they head home to the Lair. The Karma soothes jangled nerves and this 'nest' is perhaps becoming familiar to him. There is a spare kilt for him in one of the chests in her portion of the Lair and she unpacks their bags. "You may want to rinse off the salt in the hot spring," she suggests.
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Date: 2024-07-10 11:56 am (UTC)She packs the bag, takes his hand, and they head home to the Lair. The Karma soothes jangled nerves and this 'nest' is perhaps becoming familiar to him. There is a spare kilt for him in one of the chests in her portion of the Lair and she unpacks their bags. "You may want to rinse off the salt in the hot spring," she suggests.