Spending some much-needed alone time with Ethan after a week felt incredibly refreshing. It was as if all the travel fatigue had melted away in an instant.

After all, there were limits to what we could do with just hands and touches over clothing. We had snuck in a few daring moments during night watch while Isabel wasn’t looking, but even then, we had to hold back because of the noise.

"You look a bit tired, Duke Blackwood. Is the bed not to your liking?"

"...No, it’s nothing like that. If anything, it was too comfortable."

…That aside, Ethan did look like he was carrying an extra layer of exhaustion on top of his travel fatigue.

Well, I wouldn’t say that was my fault. Neglect in a marital relationship was considered grounds for divorce in my previous life, too.

Since Ethan looked too drained to respond to Mirif, I took the initiative and asked a few questions myself.