Thalor stayed by my side as the other two left to gather my "council." He reached out, his cool fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "A clothing shop? I suspect my people will have much to offer for that. Sea-silk is lighter than any wool and stronger than most hides. It would make for... interesting attire."
"Sea-silk?" My eyes lit up. "Thalor, you're a genius. If we combine that with the wool from the sheep tribe and the leather-working skills of the wolves, we won't just have clothes—we'll have a luxury brand."
He tilted his head, looking confused by the word 'brand,' but he smiled anyway. "Whatever you wish, my Queen. But remember... your 'rest' also includes me. Don't spend all your energy on the bear."
I felt that familiar flush crawling up my neck again. "I'm pacing myself! I promise."
"Alright," he whispered.
