[ He almost insists on washing the sheets now anyway, because they're going to need them, but that look in her eye is enough for the suggestion to die on his tongue. But he can't quite concede to her request for him to rest. Not yet.
And not...anytime soon, if he's being truthful with himself. ]
I will! After you're fed and sleeping like a baby.
[ But he doesn't quite meet her eyes as he says that, instead perching on the edge of the bed to lace up his boots. ]
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And not...anytime soon, if he's being truthful with himself. ]
I will! After you're fed and sleeping like a baby.
[ But he doesn't quite meet her eyes as he says that, instead perching on the edge of the bed to lace up his boots. ]