The smell of tea drifted through the house, warm and faintly sweet against the sea air as Rowan poured the last of the steaming water into a cup.
Rosalind carefully made her way down the stairs. She paused halfway, sniffing the air curiously, and as she reached the lower floor, the scent led her straight to the kitchen where she found Rowan standing.
"You've been busy" she said as she neared him.
"I made tea for you," he replied.
Rowan turned and handed her the cup. "Be careful, it's still hot."
Rosalind's lips curved slightly as she accepted it carefully. She blew across the surface before taking a small sip, and her lashes fluttered as she looked back at him.
"You did good, dear husband" she commented.
"Thank you, wife" Rowan said, scratching the back of his neck shyly.
Rosalind took another slow sip, letting the warmth slide down her throat before glancing back at him.
