He moved to the fire, getting closer to the Queen. The warmth was nice, especially as the night was growing colder. A wolf howled in the distance as the wind grew, and snow began to fall. He added a piece of wood to the fire, embers exploding into the air. He looked around again, making sure they were still safe. He felt a bit uneasy as she untied the cloth around his upper thigh, as she was very close to his privates.<br/><br/>She felt the wound, gently, causing a bit of pain. Yet her soft touch was welcome, despite the discomfort. She tried to talk to him, as if to distract him. "Yes, I'm fond of children," he replied, his pain about his own unborn child coming to fruition. A sullen face befell him, and he didn't go on beyond those words.