High Lonesome

He wasn't trying to make her feel bad, in the end all he wanted was to see her smile again, he could care less if he had to be the sole provider of the pack. He had enough help from their nephews that he only worried about outside influence when he was away. His main concern was his wife and seeing her recovery. He hated seeing her so sad and listless. Knowing he really could do nothing for her was the worst part. He could say nothing and comfort her in no way that brought about a change, still he would hope. Frith would do his best to remain cheerful around her and show her exactly how much she meant to him. He'd not been given any time to prepare a gift for her this time though, and his affections were all he could offer.

Her answer was swift, and not at all convincing. He knew how much trouble she was having returning to her normal self, but even as she lied he was thankful there had been no change for the worse. He'd savor the feeling of her leaning into his touch, a quiet acceptance and return of his love for her. He'd kiss her neck softly before pulling away slightly to look at her features. He'd push his shoulder next to her own, loathe to completely depart from her touch. He wouldn't press her answer,

"Well enough to come and walk, that's a step in the right direction." He'd answer softly. "Do you think you might go for a swim?"