At Tyr's words, Lelinus nodded, following his wife to their rooms. "What is she angry about? Was it something I said?" He asked himself. He supposed that this was a lot different from her home. There, people could challenge others without worrying about appearances or courtly etiquette. It was a simplicity to be envied, he admitted to himself. Evil men were much more direct and one did not need to worry about knives hidden in the shadows, but then, a man of his condition would be of little use to anyone.
As he laid into bed beside her, he started to speak up, but upon seeing her gentle breathing, he stopped himself. It had been an exhausting day. There would be plenty of time in the morning. He let his gaze fall upon her for a moment. She beautiful and strong and so many other things that he was not. He hoped he could help her understand.
Hearty meaty smells along with sweeter aromas would greaet Ingrid as she woke up in the moring. Leo had taken the opportunity to have breakfast prepared for the two of them. There was plenty of meat, mostly sausages and bacon along with eggs, sweet rolls, and the tea Beorn was so fond of mixed with honey. When she woke, he spoke.
"We a have a bit before the tale starts. It'd be nice to have my mask off until then. I... I never wore it around you. Not on our wedding day or the night after, but this court... My father stamped out much of it, but he couldn't entirely. And Bjorn is a little bastard who sees it as all a game."