When she awoke, Salty was staring at her again, like she was his mother and he was waiting for food.
Which didn't really make sense, because if anyone in this carriage were his mother, it'd be Merwyn.
She blinked sleepily at him.
He hopped closer and gave a questioning little 'bwee?'.
Ah, how unbearable...
So cute...
The sleepy fog in her mind started to clear, and she became aware that Merwyn was poking her.
...
Well.
She was wide awake now.
Merwyn frowned. "You're tired. Sleepyhead Wifey. Let me help you~."
It might be best not to argue...
She squinted at the fae. "Why...?"
Merwyn pinched her cheek gently. "Because I have a reward for you. And I know you'll enjoy it...it'll put you in a good mood!"
She continued squinting at him.
He claimed he never lied. She did not believe this.
But even if she had, what Merwyn thought was a reward or would put her in a good mood...was not always what she would think.
Still.
She sighed, relenting.
"Alright."
