She makes a very long hum, as she goes back to work. A moment of silence as she finds another little knot and repeats the same process, but this time, a little further out, and she takes care of the scars. Making sure she takes care to warm the area up, the torn and healed tissue kneaded to soften it, get the blood flowing around it.
"Let me see, well it is important for them to kiss their wives, every day, at least once." Yes, very important. "And to tell their wife she is a perfectly lovely creature, whom they desire most, too. Especially when they just wake up and do not look completely their best." Her head leans back the other way. "And every so often, they should pick her up and take the time to just be happy, together."
At that his hand lifts, fingers reaching back to trail over her own, squeezing gently just the once. "I'm always happy, when I'm with you."
The smile on his lips is an honest one as he settles back down again, allowing her to continue her work, the scent of lavender drifting up from the pillows and lulling his eyelids a little lower.
"The last time I was this happy was...years ago. A lifetime, it feels like."
It is always such a gift, to watch him find peace in her embrace. That she could offer him such respite in a world that could be so unforgiving. Slowly, slowly, kneading him and working him comfortable again.
"Ruling takes much from us. Happiness always feels to come secondary."
For all the differences from his world to her own, she knew this one was the same. The bone-deep weight of exhaustion that came from having to worry about the whole world. Why she insisted on these moments, most of all.
"I feel the same. I think I remember a time when I laughed and it was easy. But it was a girl's laugh. Before everything else came, and I had to learn that women ought not to do such things."
He doesn't argue that she should laugh as she pleases. That he loves her laughter, loves her, and she should enjoy what little freedoms they are afforded. It's the way of her people, her custom, and he understands now the reason she holds herself in check so often.
Still. He closes his eyes and wishes things were different, for both of them.
"We've had to learn to be different people, here."
"We have. I do not think they always know just how different when they tell us to simply change, adapt to what other people do like it was ever that easy."
Finally, she stops working his back and moves her hand to simply rub down his arms to help the blood flow in his limbs. Wriggling back on his hips some to do the same along his spine and hips.
"But as hard as each day is, I know I have you to come home to. It's like a drink of cool water when my lips are dry and my throat is parched."
A soft groan eases out of him as the touch turns smoother, gentler, nerve-endings buzzing in a low thrum in a way that says he'll soon be well and truly out.
"You have me...and Jacob. And I have the two of you. I think we can handle most anything, so long as we have one another," he murmurs in reply. There's another too, but forming words around that is still--
"We can. I know we can. Hope shall be our most precious flower, I know, in this garden of ours. A gift I can never repay you for."
She knew he would not last much longer after such a long day, and the way that she was blessed it seems, to help him relax and find comfort. Finally, now that she is sure his body won't punish him so much tomorrow, she moves off him. Not forcing him up, but just laying herself down next to him.
"It is time for you to sleep, my love. Nothing else. Sleep and let me hold you while you do. That is all you have to do, here."
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"Let me see, well it is important for them to kiss their wives, every day, at least once." Yes, very important. "And to tell their wife she is a perfectly lovely creature, whom they desire most, too. Especially when they just wake up and do not look completely their best." Her head leans back the other way. "And every so often, they should pick her up and take the time to just be happy, together."
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The smile on his lips is an honest one as he settles back down again, allowing her to continue her work, the scent of lavender drifting up from the pillows and lulling his eyelids a little lower.
"The last time I was this happy was...years ago. A lifetime, it feels like."
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"Ruling takes much from us. Happiness always feels to come secondary."
For all the differences from his world to her own, she knew this one was the same. The bone-deep weight of exhaustion that came from having to worry about the whole world. Why she insisted on these moments, most of all.
"I feel the same. I think I remember a time when I laughed and it was easy. But it was a girl's laugh. Before everything else came, and I had to learn that women ought not to do such things."
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Still. He closes his eyes and wishes things were different, for both of them.
"We've had to learn to be different people, here."
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Finally, she stops working his back and moves her hand to simply rub down his arms to help the blood flow in his limbs. Wriggling back on his hips some to do the same along his spine and hips.
"But as hard as each day is, I know I have you to come home to. It's like a drink of cool water when my lips are dry and my throat is parched."
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"You have me...and Jacob. And I have the two of you. I think we can handle most anything, so long as we have one another," he murmurs in reply. There's another too, but forming words around that is still--
Complicated.
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She knew he would not last much longer after such a long day, and the way that she was blessed it seems, to help him relax and find comfort. Finally, now that she is sure his body won't punish him so much tomorrow, she moves off him. Not forcing him up, but just laying herself down next to him.
"It is time for you to sleep, my love. Nothing else. Sleep and let me hold you while you do. That is all you have to do, here."