The ritual was nightly and very thorough, it was his time to pamper and do anything needed. He loved it and it gave him the chance to be a very devoted dad. Of corse during the day each time she was sick he would ask if she was ok. Not to clingy but simply making sure. He would also order her warm clothes when she was tired to her rest. He was very proud of his child(ern). He had been very genurous these weeks giving more then ever as donation. It was amasing he could aford it. However he had a very good way to get gold.<br/><br/>The party was perfect as people laughed and danced. Many bringing offerings of fruits and vegies from thier gardens grown by the seeds Sya gave to kind heartedly. He turns his attention to her when she returns whispering slightly. "Welcome back, was our little one sick again I suposse?" he chuckles lightly at the kiss on the chek and tilts his cup slightly so she could see it was simply hot apple cyder, not wine. However it was consitered rude for the king not to drink at a feast as this so he skirted around the truth as best he could keeping to his oath he would not drink while she could not either, so that nothing he did would devert from the infant.