[There follows a length of silence in which he tries to comprehend while his fingers still trace idle patterns over her back, until he can temper his thoughts into words.]

Thus it is the hearts of men rather than the minds of gods into which you may see. But to what purpose were you granted such a gift as this? It seems that all you may gain is the burden of countless hearts each laden with countless cares.

[If beneath the blankets she shall remain, then he shall burrow there with her. Thus he tucks in and pulls his own corner of the blanket over his head that he may better see his wife. The dimness trapped within matters little for she is so close nestled there against his chest that still he can discern the blossoming hue of her hair, in which now he buries his lips.]

If you tire, then rest. Where have we to go this morning? Thus we may pass the time as we so please.