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Jhala roused, kissing Hiram softly as she moved to greet him. She struggled to reach his face, but Hiram moved closer -- bridging the gap between husband and wife. He circled around to lay against her flank. His head came to rest against her. His body, coiled tightly in embrace around her swelling belly. With his eye-lids beginning to feel heavy, Hiram took a long breath of the musty cave air. This was home.

However, as comfortable home was to Hiram, it seemed Jhala would rather be anywhere else. Surely, her bedridden state had made her stir crazy. "It's been quiet, but nice," he replied to her inquiry about the outside world. "I had to turn someone away from joining us," he continued, remembering the blasphemous wolf who had turned up on the border. "She was incredibly disrespectful." He shook his head and sighed.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked with genuine concern though he already knew the answer.