Of memories of ashes

“A fact i’m only grateful for. Most of them accidently gained my… mistrust of water early on. Because of it, I'm not having to brave the ocean and pluck them free every other day.” he said with an easy laugh. Grateful not because it was Deathbelles territory, to which they were welcome, but because the path across still made him uneasy.

He turned his attention back to her belly, giving it a teasing prod. “So who’s massaging your feet these days now that you have all this extra burden?” he asked, partly prying, partly teasing as he wondered how much of her life he has missed in watching his own brood grow.