“urgh…my husband…he’ll get upset if he sees ya touchin’ me like that on my chest…” Horror groans, lightly trying to twist out of the way of your caring hand.

Horror had fallen ill, and it had affected his memory more than normal.

You chuckle lightly. “i am yer husband..”

The little SOUL monitor you set up begins to beep rapidly as Horror’s skull gets so much redder.