“But you, too…Hot! H— Ho!”

In a fluster, he reached for the ale that sat by his bed.

Holo paid no mind to him and simply ate the porridge in the spoon herself.

“’Tis how I am adorably envious.”

“…That was too much.”

He did not have any burns, but his mouth stung.

Lawrence spoke to Holo as she ate the porridge.

“Thank you for looking after me.”

Holo’s ears stood straight up.

“I do not mind. I am the very model of a loving wife.”

“Sure.”

She was probably truly worried about him. When he finally woke up, the first thing he had said was that he was hungry, and she was so relieved that she was somehow irritated.

Though she was called the wisewolf and had many things at her disposal, she could not completely control her own emotions sometimes.

But he did not mind being played with because of that.

“I want to go back to the bathhouse soon.”

Holo, who ended up eating half of the porridge, gave a satisfied sigh and spoke.

“Well, we have no work for a while. You must rest properly for now.”

Prompted by her, he lay down in the bed, and she pulled the covers up over his shoulders.

“See, good children must close their eyes now.”

How old do you think I am? he thought, but he did not mind being treated like a child.

As she gently kissed his forehead and cheeks, he drifted off into sleep.

He felt as though he was with Holo all throughout his dreams.