Herbalists' Cache patience and restraint

Her sense of humour was a light, spilling down through heavy storm clouds. It cleansed him, albeit briefly, of his profound stress. He was in awe of her, for being so strong. A woman who had gone through such change in life- only to have life demand that she change once again, for the safety of her children.

He moved in close; the children would be the only ones aside from Morwenna herself who would hear words, whispered a hair’s breadth from her ear. Here, the air was hushed and warm. He could hear the beating of his heart, and he could feel the soft brush of her breath against his shoulder. 

He pulled back to search for her gaze in the aftermath. Could it work? He asked.