His arms naturally settle around her body, the silk of her robe warm under his touch.





"Yen?"

When she acknowledges that he's correct, he shifts to get comfortable in the chair (more than he already is) and exhales another silent breath before he speaks. It's been quite some time since he thought about his previous wife for more than a passing moment or two.



"She was quiet...for months after we left New Mexico, she didn't talk much. She loved her family...she had a ton of them. Brothers and sisters...and when they'd get together, then she'd talk. Laugh...I loved the way she'd smile when she was honestly happy."

He thinks for another moment, and a slight smile crosses his features.

"She was a good cook...even if I didn't know what she was cookin', eighty-percent of the time."