She finished setting the headpiece in place as he tidied up the dishes from breakfast. “Of course. My wings balance me perfectly on any surface I choose to alight on. Even your footboard.” Rimash smiled and turned toward her, covering the space between them in easy strides. He reached out and touched her headpiece, centring it with one small move. “Wow. You really do take care of everything.” Rimash chuckled. “I am responsible for your wellbeing. Mental and physical. That includes your appearance.” “Oh. Good.” He looked her up and down. “You are ready for work.” She nodded. “Thank you. I feel better than yesterday.” “As you should. Your mind will strengthen the pathways to the archive, and soon, you will simply be tired after a long day of work and not exhausted to the point of delirium.”
