"Are you okay, queenie?" he pressed a kiss on her hair as he rubbed her cheeks.
"You looked paler than usual. If you need to rest, we can stop for a while. Do you need anything? You have to tell me these things, my queen. Don't keep it all inside. This is the only way I can take care of you, my love," he pressed tender kisses on her cheeks.
"No, please don't worry. I am fine. The weather has just gotten so much cooler than I expected. There will be snow soon," she smiled to reassure him.
"How can I not worry? You are everything to me, queenie," he snuggled closer into her.
She laughed and ruffled his hair, "You still behave like a child. If you behave like that even more, you will have to call me noona."
He frowned hearing her say it, "You know I hated calling you that. It's different from you calling me daddy. Calling you noona is just something I do when I had no choice, if you don't know yet, I say it out of spite."