"Oh no...that would be horrible if he lost. I can imagine that those fights pay well, but I still just can't imagine someone wanting to be in a fight like that, even if you are competent."

Elann drifted off in thought of her mother and was roused from it only momentarily by her husband's movements to wrap around her and plant a kiss on her mouth. She hummed in enjoyment and settled back into her thoughts, but then his sigh came and her eyes shot up to him. He had a playful look on his face and she could realize he was toying with her. She must have let out a longing sigh or breath that he now was mocking.

"Nnn," she nasally whined as she burrowed into his chest with a slight chuckle. "I was thinking of my mom. We would sometimes sit in the dark like this in the tent in mornings before we felt like lighting the lights inside or opening a flap. It gets cold in the desert at night, so we would be under blankets and sometimes just be talking about silly things before bothering to work."

Aimee would have read about her parents in Elann's journals and known what the Benshira had to go through. She may even have had a better perspective given her reading into Elann's past a bit and seeing how much she loved them, but it still plagued her to think of them occasionally.

Her eyes scanned over her husbands face once more and saw his ridiculous cheeked candies and she brought a cool hand up to lightly poke at the bulges there as though they were a mushy button.