Ramose glared at his mate, daring her to go against his decision. They have been separated for long enough. He would not tolerate her suggesting another separation even if it meant getting into a disagreement with her.
"Good! Since we are on the same page, we should take that stroll." Disentangling himself from her, Ramose dragged his mate to the washroom and prepared to help her change again.
"What are you doing? I can change my own clothes!"
"I know you can. But since you are still recovering, I can't leave you on your own."
"Then you can wait outside!" With an exasperated sigh, she snatched the robes in his hands and pushed him out the door.
Ramose stared blankly at the closed door, taking a while to return to his senses.
'She closed the door on my face?' He was stunned.
