Flooded with relief as February's eyes fluttered open, Edric smoothed a hand up her forehead and brushed away the stray hairs. This was something he ought to be concerned about; he'd never seen his wife faint, and she'd never fainted in truly tense situations like their first meeting.
"I would like for you not to do that again, too," he teased with a tone of concerned affection, gently pulling her into a sitting position. Long forgotten was the library and her surprise; he was more concerned with checking every inch of her visible skin for bruising—or worse. "You do this again and I'll never be able to concentrate at work. I can't have you falling and hitting your head." Though he knew many widowers around his age, he was not ready to be among them.
"I would like for you not to do that again, too," he teased with a tone of concerned affection, gently pulling her into a sitting position. Long forgotten was the library and her surprise; he was more concerned with checking every inch of her visible skin for bruising—or worse. "You do this again and I'll never be able to concentrate at work. I can't have you falling and hitting your head." Though he knew many widowers around his age, he was not ready to be among them.
— set by MJ! —