the quiet times
Afterward, when Havelock eventually had to admit his limits and sleep, Freya draped them both in a soft red wool blanket. It was cool in her grove, even in the warmest sun, and she had no wish for her little warrior to be uncomfortable. While he slept, she held him close, listening to the bees working among the roses and the singing birds in the trees. From time to time she added wood to the fire, but for the most part her attention remained on Havelock, and she waited for him to wake.