"I mean, you are drooling a little bit." Delia smothered a smile by pouting instead; he never called her by her full name. "I am just worried, I would hate for anything to get worse." He ought to know that! They did not often go without food entirely, but sometimes things got tight if they got delayed somehow or things were lost or spoiled. They had traveled so extensively that there was little they hadn't faced thus far. "I just want you well, Hadrian." She countered, using his full name which was used even less often than hers. She always called him by something sickeningly sweet term of endearment that drove everyone around them to nausea.

Delia turned herself on the pillows so that she was more next to him than opposite him now, settling down comfortably. She had missed his presence next to her in the bed and was relieved to finally have a good night's sleep ahead of her. She brushed one of her legs against his slowly more for comfort than anything else.