"Yeah.

"I don't know how to fix that one."

"And Osirion would go to Hell but honestly they deserve it."

"Osirion would not go to hell. We'd figure something out."

"I've been trying, Korva. I didn't want this job."

"I know."

Sigh.

"I believe in the version of you that I married. I don't know if that's misplaced, but I believe in him. I believe in us together. I believe that if people would accept him as the pharaoh - and unfortunately I don't know that they would, he wouldn't be a cleric of Abadar - that maybe I could find a way to ease his pain enough for him to do the minimum duties of his office, enough to keep the country afloat. I believe that we would find a way to create an heir, enough heirs that one of them wouldn't be crushed under the weight of it all - your brother ruled Osirion, it's not so impossible that one of your children would be capable of it - and it would hurt and it would suck and we would need to spend a long time recovering, after, maybe the rest of our lives, maybe a long time after them, but I think we would do what had to be done.

"The way things are now - gods, Hagan, I can't take torture and mockery and abandonment. I'm only so strong."

"Yeah."

Snuggle?

Snuggling is good.

She's so tired.

"Do you think - would it be all right if I fell asleep, and we kept talking in the morning? And you didn't send me away, we actually kept talking? - or if you have a spell that gets rid of fatigue, that works too, I'm just - I didn't sleep well."

"I didn't sleep much either. That'd be all right."

"Okay.

"You won't send me away suddenly?"

"I want to keep you here with me until we have a - plan."

"Okay. Thank you.

"M'gonna sleep now."

"Night. Love you."

"Love you too," she whispers, and goes to sleep.

She sleeps for a long time. In the morning she wakes up, and remembers, and decides to just lie there snuggling him until he gives some sign that he's awake.

Eventually he stirs and leans into her and then seems to remember where they are and pull away.

"Something else wrong?"

"Hmm? No. Just - forgot for a second."

Nodnod. Snuggle.

"Okay. So. We need to - figure something out. I guess."

"Yeah. We do."

Sigh.

"Which part of this do we need to figure out first, the part where you can't get out of bed? Or the part where you keep hurting me. Or the part where you need an heir."

"I guess the not getting out of bed is the most urgent."

"Yeah.

"Do you think you could do some getting out of bed if it was only for a little bit, and then you could come back and I would be here. Or is that still too much."