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Leeja used to love storms. Sadly, the effects of the last few years of battle had left her body riddled with various joint and muscle pains and now the storms she once so loved caused nothing but pain. A deep ache that she struggled with. So on this particular morning, in the city of Radz-at-Han, a tropical storm had hit the island of Thavnair. Leeja woke up in her marital home, hissing softly. She forced her legs over the edge of the be and stood carefully before shuffling toward the small cabinet on the opposite side of the bedroom she shared with a somewhat conscious Thancred. “Leeja?”
“I’m fine, love. Go back to sleep…” She uncorked a health potion and quickly drank it down. However an extreme loud bang of thunder made her scream from fear, and before she hit the ground, Thancred grabbed her.
“You’re fine. You’re safe, I’ve got you. Breathe, darling. In and out” he spoke softly and held her close. Another loud boom made her whimper. “Leeja, look at me, sweetheart.” She did so, looking up at him sadly as her ears remained folded down tightly against her head. “It’s just a bit of thunder, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t realise it’s just a storm. Thank you.” Thancred smiled warmly and kissed her gently.
“You’re fine, darling.”
“When did you get home, anyway?” He led her back to the bed and let her sit down.
“Late last night, I didn’t want to wake you so I snuck in quietly. Though I believe you realised I entered the house anyway?” He grinned as Leeja giggled softly.
“You can’t sneak about and not expect me to not hear you.” She gently bumped her head against him.
“You have a point. How about I make a proposal?” She peered up at him curiously. “Get back into bed, I’ll make some tea and we just have a lazy day instead? I’ll even read you stories?” Leeja purred softly and nodded.
“I like that idea.” She crawled back onto the bed and pulled the blanket up as her ears unfolded and her tail tapped away gently. Thancred grinned as he watched her and disappeared.
Leeja’s parents had gifted both her and Thancred the house she grew up in as a wedding present. Leeja thoroughly enjoyed it, as it was a place she knew and loved and it meant she could return somewhere safe. Tataru had gifted her an entire island that the couple went to for their honeymoon. Both of them never really had a home, in Eorzea. It was either the Waking Sands or the Rising Stones before they stayed in Sharlayan for a while and when word came of their wedding, they were gifted the keys. The house was empty, of course, but they made it their own - it was nice and cosy and theirs, complete with a hidden area where their bedroom was hidden away.
Leeja heard the door open and close once more and Thancred’s footsteps closing in on the bedroom. “I come bearing tea and sweet treats!”
“I have books we can read” she grinned, whimpering slightly at the thunder. Thancred placed the tray down and rejoined her on the bed, handing her a mug and looking at her book selection.
“How about… This one?”
“Oh this one is one of my favourites. The pixies let me bring it home. It’s a book about a man who raised sheep and had a pixie friend. Before you judge, it’s a lovely story and you should read it.” She shuffled about and sat between his legs, pulling the blanket up and cuddled against him. Thancred chuckled softly and waited until she was comfortable before he opened the book and leaned down, taking a bite of her lemon cake quickly. “Hey!” She was just met with a grin as she stuffed the rest in her mouth.
“I won’t do it again. But shall we start with the story?” She nodded.
They spent a day or so cuddled up in bed, keeping Leeja distracted from the storm and just spending time together.