"Plus, I wish to hear all about what you've been up to," Hyacinthe said, squeezing her hand back. "And they lived through those stories, so they do not need to sit through the retelling."

He pressed another kiss to her temple and tugged on her hand. "Show me where we'll be sleeping," he said, and then lowered his voice so only she could hear, "...if we end up sleeping, I mean."