A smile caressed his maw as his love nuzzled him. A kiss was placed on his cheek he leaned into her. "Good morning lyubit, how have you fared as of late?" a sad sigh escaped his lips. Well, I would tell you that I was fine, but that would be a lie, and I do not want to lie. Nightmares, gods there stupid. I need sleep but I awake every night, my father, my mother, our child, their deaths replay in my mind every night. He looked out over the mangrove, a sad light in his eyes. He should probably go and ask Song for something, a herb that might ease his sleep, he didn't even know if such a thing existed. He hoped that it did as he could definitely use it. He looked to his wife, "How have you been doing my love?" His wife had probably been doing better than him, he was meant to be the strong one and here he was complaining about nightmares.
"Speech"
