«We still have time before lunch,» Alexander exclaims when he realises that the fish soup can't be cooked in such a short while. «Let's go freshen up!»
I follow him, pretending to believe he really wants to freshen up and rest before the meal.
«We're almost done with the work in Polis,» I say while observing his back and our twined hands.
Alexander is a bit in a hurry, isn't he?
«We'll soon depart for Kyre. We're going by land, so we might stop in the capital for a week or so.»
I haven't talked with the Empress for a long while. We do exchange regular letters, but having tea together and discussing philosophy and history is so relaxing.
«And then, we'll run back home to our children,» I add. «I miss them.»
Just to clarify: this kind of delicate phases is an actual thing. I don't know much about psychology, so I can't explain more than this. People feel like they can't do what they're supposed to and fall into some sort of depression.
However, Alexander has already overcome it. Why writing it down? Because I wanted to show how husband and wife understand each other after so many years ;)