She sighed and rubbed her eye with one hand.
It was late, the castle they stayed in was quiet. Mia had curled up to sleep on a very plus looking little pillow of her own.
But Merwyn.
Refused to go to sleep.
Instead, his head lay in her lap - her latest attempt to placate the fae enough to get him to sleep. Her hand stroked through his hair. He hummed and purred.
"Merwyn..." She sighed. "You need to sleep."
"No."
"Merwyn." Her voice came out a little more stern. "You need to sleep. I can't sleep if you keep me up like this."
He shook his head. "I don't want to sleep."
"Merwyn-"
"I don't want to sleep, Wifey." His voice was suddenly firm.
She paused. Her hand rested on his hair. It was soft.
He had very soft, silky hair.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
He shook his head and clutched her hand.
She blinked. "Are you..."
He didn't respond.
She leaned down, peering at his face. "...Are you afraid of something?"
