Time away from the kids

He received first a glare, then a sigh, and lastly a smile. He knew his Wife was making her way through the memories of gathering those feathers. Of going from almost-enemies to friends in the ridiculous process of that, and other events. Back then, the Warlord had shown the world only his hard exterior. Zee had slowly melted him down, softened him up. Allowed him to love, and he owed her the world for it.

He raised a brow at her mentions of pillows on the island. He had yet to come across them on his earlier exploring. “You’d have to show me” he suggested, wondering if he could get away with testing the pillows out in… other ways with his wife.