Ludis’s fingers entwined with yours, arm swinging slightly as the two of you walked leisurely back home in the late evening. The scent of fresh food lingered in your memory as you padded barefoot down the wide sidewalk, your heels held securely in Ludis’s free hand. Your and his clothing rustled audibly, being the only noise heard in that part of the neighborhood. The pinstripe pattern on your husband’s blazer laid securely on your shoulders, blowing softly in the somewhat chilly wind.

“Don’t hurt your feet any more, мой маленький паук…”

Ludis spoke, his grip tightening slightly on your hand, his wedding ring pressing cold against your palm.