I see. If you ever need a hand with it, let me know.

[He runs the hand along her flank, feeling the breathing of her second set of lungs, the warmth of her powerful body. Lucky she doesn't have the thick fluffy coat of a Fódlan horse, which would take a great deal more maintenance.

With that offer out of the way, he resumes drinking his tea. The perfect thing to help him conk out after all that food.]

Thanks for the new sheets, by the way. It was really thoughtful of you.