"Does it bother you that Tavros is so much more important than we are?" asked Anica sleepily, curled up against Ruin on the narrow bunk in his cell. "It bothers me a little, sometimes."
"Would I prefer to be more of a target, do you mean?" he replied, nuzzling the back of her neck. "No, not particularly."
She pressed back against him, solid muscle under silky skin. "I just feel like we should be doing more to help."
Ruin felt himself respond, and shifted his hand from her belly to her chest. Anica gasped, and he said: "You know who watches me undress for bed? You and Aesa. Sometimes. If I were marched into a room before the eyes of every available noble the way Tavros is, I'd have to murder all of them... starting with Vigo."
"Fair point," said Anica, and reached back to grasp him. "And it's not like you don't have things to keep you occupied." She managed to make the observation sound lascivious, and Ruin groaned.
"We have a child," he observed, as Anica shifted her position in front of him. "That's more responsibility than anyone should ask."
"Put another one in me," said Anica. "Please. In case... In case you don't come back."
"Anica..." Ruin sounded hesitant, but he was already moving inside her. He wondered again, briefly, about Tavros and how the paladin could possibly have made it this far without apparently so much as kissing anyone, but perhaps his half-dragon heritage discouraged things more than Ruin realized. And Anica...
...She was right to worry, he decided, and that was his last conscious thought for a very long time.
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