Lion Head Mesa Medusoid Ostreatus

her turquoise gaze saw the shift as he seemed to truly settle. it was now that he bowed, and perhaps she ought to have been insulted that he did not in the first place—but could not fault him, not now, not after what she had learned. her own trust was shaken in man she loved the most! still the question “why” rang loudly between her ears. still, also, the love and palpable desire! 
her appetite was scarcely there, but his offer seemed to come from a good place. she would not deny him this, if it pleased him too—he had gone through enough. 
it would please me, so long as you join me in the meal, her invite was well-meaning, and hopeful. she still wished for him to rest, and recover—but if he found pleasure in his work, she would not keep him from it!