Malachi tried to be as patient as possible with Ravina as they walked back home with her injured leg and a slightly wobbly walk from the little wine she had.
Eventually, she stopped. "I am tired," she sighed, leaning against the fence of the bridge.
Malachi stopped and waited for her to regain her strength. She watched him with those scientists' eyes. "You are not losing your patience today," she pointed.
He leaned against the fence across from her. "Do you want me to?"
"Well, I could use some impatience right now."
Was she serious?
"Now you act like a princess. Am I your servant?" Telling him no when yes and yes when no.
She smiled with pretentious innocence.
Fine, he was.
