For a moment, he's tempted to ask if she wants him to stop; after all, that's not the same thing; but in the end, he concedes to the facts she presents.
Carefully unhooking her leg, he sets it back down gently with its mate. Sweeney starts to twist to standing; instead of rising straight up, he turns and bows to place a soft kiss on her belly, as if it was the head of their unborn child. With any luck, it soon will be.
He doesn't linger, just collects the rags into the basin and returns to the stand they'd been on. Then Sweeney goes to a wardrobe, and from among the hanging garments, he pulls on a long robe. He doesn't bother tying it yet, but it manages to cover many of his scars. Then he brings her one of her own, clearly meant for her, shorter and covered with swirls of white on blue.
Sweeney offers it without speaking on it further, leaving it to his smile to encourage her.
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Carefully unhooking her leg, he sets it back down gently with its mate. Sweeney starts to twist to standing; instead of rising straight up, he turns and bows to place a soft kiss on her belly, as if it was the head of their unborn child. With any luck, it soon will be.
He doesn't linger, just collects the rags into the basin and returns to the stand they'd been on. Then Sweeney goes to a wardrobe, and from among the hanging garments, he pulls on a long robe. He doesn't bother tying it yet, but it manages to cover many of his scars. Then he brings her one of her own, clearly meant for her, shorter and covered with swirls of white on blue.
Sweeney offers it without speaking on it further, leaving it to his smile to encourage her.