She turns her face away as another yawn creeps out her, her body arching in a stretch into him, not quite aware what that sort of contact might do to him. Comfortable and open, and still with the same trust in his presence. He was her husband, and she knew he would take care of her.

Though his question does not make much bar of what he was worried about, and - she did not know she could blush first thing in the morning, but there is a pinkness on her cheeks as she shakes her head in answer.

"Not - as much." There was a pull, an ache, but it was no longer the stinging pain of the night before. More like having worked her body too hard in a new exercise, all her limbs were that day old sore but not pained. Tentative, she moved a hand out from under the blankets, to gently place it against his cheek and began this strange and new process of getting to know her husband. "Happy, husband? Good - good wedding?"