mother knows best

"Sweetheart!" Natha quickly scrambled to the bed, hiding the emotions he had just let out beneath a charming smile.

Just making it hard for me to reveal that I heard what he said earlier.

"Is there a problem?" I asked while getting up, dragging my upper body to lean against the pillows and the headrest. "I heard shouting..."

In the end, I just feign ignorance. At this point, if Natha knew I heard what he said, he would just feel even more guilty about a situation that wasn't his fault in the first place.

"No, no--what could be a problem?" he replied quickly, brushing my hair that had tousled messily during my nap. "Don't think about anything but getting better, yeah?"