[ She watches him from the corner of her eye, her answer half-delayed by something she hears in his voice — or doesn't hear, maybe. It's not anything she can put her finger on, but as close as they've been all these years, she can still tell when something isn't quite right. Was it something she said? Something she didn't say? Or maybe they're both just tired. Who wouldn't be, after the couple months they've had?

Her gaze drifts away. She lifts her hands to smooth wet hair back from her face as she turns to wander back out into the hall. ]

Do we need the robes? [ Wryly, as she starts to investigate which room might be the bedroom — with a closet maybe, and hopefully with those robes. ] I could have sworn you said you wanted me "as many ways as you can have me, in the next few days."