happy wife, content life

Their children would soon be yearlings, and Hattori could not say he was sure how he felt about that. How the time had rushed past so quickly, felt as though they were only born last season, had only just left the den last week. He found himself wondering how his wife felt about it, sought her out at a steady pace, followed the natural, winding flow of the Maze. She did not leave often at all and in many ways he preferred it that way, perhaps found some comfort in knowing she was always nearby, even if not always within sight. Their marriage, if nothing else was comfortable and safe. Not particularly exciting or dramatic, but at this point Hattori was too old and set in his ways for anything like that.

Kiriko knew him, the sort of man he was and in turn he knew her.