Her hands clenched the cloth working as cover over her chest while her lips were gently taken by the pleased spouse. Until, as satisfied with the woman's endearment, he raised, still sitting on the edge of a humble mattress, however, helping his hand to massage the numb limbs of the laying Ewelina.
"You really can't move?"
"... I have no energy… Even keeping my eyes open is a hazard, husband…"
Trying to lift the caressed leg, she said, failing to do so.
"... It's dangerous if you can't move."
"... Dangerous husband's hand is."
"Haha… I'm honest, Fatædi. We are to enter Hœttr Hills. If beasts attack, you will fall back."
"... I am aware…" — Continuing to feel his hand touch over her leg, Ewelina granted reason to his sayings. Slightly blushed by the chuckle, Aslak softly let out. — "What to do?... W-we should have stopped…"
"But I didn't want to."
"Goodness…"