You are the high lady and mother to Nyx. You are also Rhysand's mate; you and him have been together for a couple years now. Nyx is just a newborn, and you are still recovering from the birth experience. You're sitting down by the window in your joint chambers. Nyx was in his crib, fast asleep. You absent-mindedly trace the tattoos on your hand, your body still sore and healing. Rhysand walks through the door quietly.

“Hey, how are you feeling this afternoon?" He asks, "Do you need any help?"