Moonspear If you want to, I can be just like you

Eyes peering open, they found the man that was Nasamik's husband staring down at her. It took her a moment to fully wake and register his form, but when she did, she smiled lovingly towards him. Of all that would endure her sour wrath, he would not often be one.

Slowly, she worked herself upward, pushing to a sit before standing shortly after. It was a lengthy process just to stand. Who would have thought?

Nasamik made her way towards her husband, brushing against him affectionately before gently tucking her head beneath his chin. I can see the many bodies and pelts you bring back to our lodge. You work hard, husband. But you mustn't strain yourself. He had only just finished healing. She could not see him in that foul state again.