“That would have been beyond them I suspect. They were all far too befuddled to do anything useful,” Ailsa quipped with a twitch of her lips as she rolled her ankle in his hand, enjoying the sensation of being looked after. The pain was already more or less gone – though she expected it would bruise further without witch hazel – but Ewart’s response had been everything she had wanted from him. He was so wonderfully obliging like that. How on earth some women managed being married to men who were not of their temperament she would never know: certainly they weren’t having as much fun!

“I, on the other hand, am as fast as a cat,” Ailsa stretched out gracelessly to wrap her arm around Ewart’s, holding him tight as she apparated them both to their bed. “And like a cat I prefer to stretch out,” she grinned, unreasonably pleased with herself.

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