Malachi sat on the swing as it swayed lightly, and Ravina lay on his lap, with her body curled on the swing. He stroked her hair as they enjoyed the silent morning sun and breeze.
After a while, she stirred. "Malachi."
"Yes."
"I still need to ask… warn you. I am not the ideal wi … breedmate."
She seemed to be still stuck on that.
She turned on her back to look up at him. "I don't know if I can… if…"
"What do you think I expect of you?" He asked.
She blinked. "What… do you expect?" She asked nervously.
"There's nothing I expect you to do that you already don't."
"What do I even do?" She wondered, with a frown.
Clueless woman, but he wasn't surprised.
