it's all for you

Roan's soft voice sounded again telling her that he'd be in shortly. From her place in bed, the tired woman heard him bumbling around the main chamber. He may have even cursed once or twice. She couldn't hide how curious she was and raised her head, trying to peer out the slit between the edge of the room and the fur over the doorway. Unfortunately, she couldn't see a damn thing, so she was forced to wait patiently.

Eventually Roan came into the room holding a small bowl. It steamed and she could smell the sweetness of honey and ginger. They overpowered the chamomile until it was set before her. The small woman inhaled deeply, tired eyes closing momentarily. She then looked upon her husband with quiet wonder. This was a tea for nausea. Had he been paying attention when she'd made it before? Tilting her head, she asked. "Where did you learn how to make this?" Never would she imagine that he'd gone asking.

Lowering her muzzle to the tea, she took a small sip to test the temperature before taking a larger sip. The warmth of the tea filled her insides and she released a sigh of pleasure. "Thank you." She loved him so much, but this was unexpected. It was good to know that he realized what she was putting herself through for them both.