Both of them have been largely recovering from the aftereffects of Tumenalia, so if she notices anything distinct about his moods as of late she doesn’t attribute to anything beyond that. Still, it’s as she’s preparing herself for bed — slipping into her nightgown, gently brushing her hair — that she notices him readying a place behind her, on the bed itself.

So she comes at his bidding, slowly seating herself on the place he indicates, her unbound hair trailing down past her shoulders as she regards him quietly.

“You’ve left us adequate time to address them, then,” she replies, with a brief quirk of her mouth; an hour does feel particularly ample, but depending on what he wants to raise with her, it could require longer, a conversation that spills over into the next night.