"Ugh." She sighed as she dropped into the bed, leaning back against the headboard and bringing her hand up to her forehead.
"Are you tired?" Fiadh asked, scurrying to her side. "Are you sick? I can bring His Highness-"
"No, no." She quickly waved a hand. "No, I'm fine. Don't call him."
Her whole. Situation. Was because of him. It was just. So stressful and oppressive, that stupid dinner!
She felt drained and exhausted just having dinner because he couldn't eat like a normal person and had to terrify everyone present and make it feel like a crime to speak.
What a singularly unpleasant experience.
She sighed and held out her arms.
Fiadh dutifully handed sweet Darrach over. And Rache allowed the little bundle of joy to settle on her lap.
With him, she could let go of her irritation. He helped soothe the tension out of her shoulders.