She stirs, eventually, making little sleepy sounds.

"Good morning, dear."

"Mmmm. Morning." Nuzzle.

"Sleep well?"

Mmmph, yawn! And nod.

"Good."

Nuzzle.

Giggle.

Mmm. She wants to drift a bit... Though her stomach's very quickly informing her she needs to go eat. Blegh.

Up?

Up.

Perhaps the children have saved them some food.

(Micqui made sure of it, and there's a little folded note on the plates that Samira cooked this morning.)

How thoughtful.

"We have some very wonderful kids."

"They've been well-raised."

"Sometimes it feels like 'no thanks to us'..." Sigh.

"Or we did well enough in the beginning to carry us to now."

"A nicer thought."

"And... Micqui's brought a lot of that forward."

"Indeed she has. I am glad we have her aid."

"Yeah."

She smiles a bit as she eats, though she does look a little lost in thought.

Then: "I want to find where my collar went, and... Put it somewhere safe. Just in case."

Small smile.

Lean.

"It feels weird, not having it on. But... I'm not - ready, to have it back? And I don't know - when or if I will be."

"What happened was - I'd never been that scared before."

"I'm so sorry, Gleam."

She closes her eyes. "I know." And, voice cracking a little: "It doesn't feel - like something that really happened - but. I know."

"That wasn't... at all what I had intended for it, originally."

"Neither of us did."

Sigh.

"Shall we go look?"

She nods and gets up to clean away their dishes. "Let's."