The smell of Amara's whiskey was wafting towards him, and making Tidas nauseous again. Zazzy moved her tail so that he could lean against her. He thanked his sweet scaly lassie, then turned to his wife with a pleading expression..
"I swear I won't drink for a month if you heal me now," Tidas stated half-jokingly, but Skye didn't take it that way.
"Aye! Agreed! Amara, yer a witness," Skye stated as she got up to go heal him.
"Aye, yer Majesty!" Amara replied with a flourished bow, which made Skye scoff.
"I told ye not ta call me that!"
"But we're in private," Amara countered with a playful grin.
"I told ye not to then, either!" Skye practically roared at her.
"Actually, ye said that ye didn't care. I wore ye down, remember?" Amara replied cockily.