Stavanger Bay Rose

lestan mayfair settled into a routine. as his speech returned, he kept himself busied with decorating the lovely den where his family made their home. reverie traveled, roamed, and he had not left saltshore.
and perhaps this was most suitable.
but she had been home for some time now, and lestan had seen her quietly weaken once more. he stayed close to her, deciding that he must find someone to teach him medicine. as she moved in his embrace, the mayfair kissed her forehead and smiled down into her face, refusing to display the worry he felt.
"could you drink water, reverie?" lestan asked in that same hushed voice.