Ewelina watched her fondly run around, taking whatever took notice of her innocent eyes, standing straight again as she observed while the man came near to converse with the wife.
“… Are you ill, Fatædi?” — The spouse said concerned, placing his hand around her waist as he leaned to groom her temple. — “The guy outside told me a physician came.”
“?... Is my husband keeping his wife under vigilance??”
“… That woman’s around. I also don’t like it.” — Aslak admitted. Bothered, for he could see dislike in Ewelina’s expression.
“… T-there were... some matters I wanted him to answer as well as some disturbances to treat, my stomach feels delicate today… hence his summon.”
“… Don’t get sick… You should eat more meat.”
“Ouf! I eat enough meat, hard-headed man!” — Giving a soft slap on his chest Ewelina reproached him for repeating such ideas so persistently. Frustrated at his smirk that sneakily, stole a small graze of her lips.