Snuggles! She wiggles in a little closer and wraps her arms around him in return.

Awwwww.

"You're so--so many good things."

"Am I really?"

"You're snuggly and you make pretty things and you have books and you got me out of my parents' house and you made me not have to be pregnant anymore!"

"Well. Yeah, I guess I did do all that."

He nuzzles her cheek, and then kisses her again.

Yes good.

She's so kissable!

He is a delight to kiss.

It's so good when she smiles.

Good because he causes it a lot.

Yes!! Good!!!

It's late and he did drain a bunch of life force out of her. She falls into a cozy cuddly sleep in short order.

He curls up around her and holds her for a while, finally drifting off when the sun is beginning to rise.

Asleep, he is almost completely motionless. He doesn't breathe, his heart doesn't beat.

She wakes up around noon, her stomach growling. It occurs to her that he probably doesn't keep normal food around. She sighs and gently disentangles herself and goes off to explore, looking especially for anything edible or readable.

Readable things include the giant pile of books he books he brought for her, and also the books that were already on the shelves of that study when they got there, and if she goes looking more after that she'll find that there are plenty more rooms with books in them scattered throughout this huge lovely well-decorated castle.

Edible things... maybe she should go wake up Tasfal.

Is it possible to wake him when the sun's up?

Well, only one way to find out. She makes the attempt.

He stirs, and yawns, and smiles at her. "Good morning."

(This castle does not have a whole lot of windows; there isn't any sun actually visible from this bedroom.)

"Good morning. Is there anything to eat?"

"Mm, yeah," he says, curling up cozily in her general direction. "I should feed you. Anything in particular you want?"

"Something that's good for blood recovery."

He giggles and hugs her.

"I like the way you think. All right."

He sits up, hugs her again, kisses her on the cheek, and - reaches into thin air. It gets hard to look at his hands, like they're wavering in and out of reality. Strange lights dance between them. Then space disentangles itself and he's holding a heavy wooden tray laden with a generous breakfast, which he sets down on the small round table that appears beneath it a moment later.

"Wow how'd you do that?"

"Magic, what else?" He nuzzles her shoulder. "Ask me later, I'm sleepy. But don't be afraid to wake me up if you get hungry again."

And he snuggles back down into a nest of blankets.

"Mkay."

She eats her delicious breakfast and then wanders off to investigate books.