[ Alayne often wishes there were a way to help Petyr seem less tired. She knows, of course, it's a matter of concern on his part — that he spends hours, sometimes entire nights, doing nothing but remaining wakeful and attentive by her side while she sleeps. If she is taken with pains, it is he who fetches the doctors; if she wakes in the night with terrors, it is Petyr who holds her and soothes away those bad dreams. Sleeplessness is met with a story or a song and restless longing is met with a kiss and a touch and, if he is bold and she is persistent, the most careful making of love.
For each bout of discontent, for each malady, there is a bevy of remedies (some untested, some true) and Petyr &mash; to his credit — seems acquainted with many, though Alayne often wonders what previous circumstance would win him such familiarities with a woman with child.
Lightly, her fingers trace the lines of his face, fingertips pressing along the corners of his mouth to smooth away that tiredness. ] You don't think me foolish? To want such a thing and to wish it for the child?
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For each bout of discontent, for each malady, there is a bevy of remedies (some untested, some true) and Petyr &mash; to his credit — seems acquainted with many, though Alayne often wonders what previous circumstance would win him such familiarities with a woman with child.
Lightly, her fingers trace the lines of his face, fingertips pressing along the corners of his mouth to smooth away that tiredness. ] You don't think me foolish? To want such a thing and to wish it for the child?