Gale had been holed up in his study for the entirety of the day, only ever peeking his head out the door when he would sullenly ask you for a reassuring kiss before he would lose his mind over the small chaos that he had created.

You had spent the majority of the day doing chores and tending to the small garden that you had so lovingly planted. When evening rolled around, you cooked dinner and carried a plate full up to his study, gently knocking.

"Come on in, love" came his immediate reply.