Nova Peak ν

his chuckle surprised her most of all. sila was not a woman to draw attention from men, no less married ones. it was a keen feeling to think about it— bringing a male joy instead of the promise of futility and obeisance.
she shrugged at his desire to keep others away. it was something she could agree with, although she could never do herself. she was precise about the way her furs were kept. neatly patted down and often fragrant with the oils she worked with.
that is... what were the words she was looking for? what, er...m-matters? yes, i think. matters.
for a wife to be in love with her husband. is that not what she sought, too?
no yet. she looked to the pelt. still soak. then to his bear hide, you want me... to wash?