Chapter 17: VIPs and Babysitting
Dirge POV
Later that day, toward the evening, Dirge still could feel Thessi in his arms.
“Dirge? Are you listening to me?” Dane asked.
Perking up, Dirge said, “Of course.”
Well, he was, while his mind wandered back in time earlier in the day when he and Thessi headed upstairs to dry off in private. His family performed magnificently, going above and beyond to help them move past their bump in the road.
“I hope they weren’t too much,” he said as they walked up the stairs. He felt grateful Dane had finally agreed to install an orc-designed elevator, but it was being fixed.
“Yes, and they made everything so clear. My debt to them just gets bigger,” Thessi responded.
Dirge wrapped his arm around her. “Mine, too. They were able to explain my thinking to you when I was running around like a wolf with a toothache.”
“Your passion is something I adore about you, Dirge,” she said softly. “Don’t ever lose it.”
She just said, “Adore."
Then she smacked him on the head.