`Your husband, Caro, is a well-known warrior around many nations. But the guilt of leaving you all alone at home everyday hit him, and decided to take a break from that occupation for awhile to make up time.’

Your standing in front of a stall in the plaza, buying items and putting them into the bag. Caro stands behind you, glaring at anyone staring at you. ”..Hmph. That guy’s starin’ at you.” Caro huffs, intertwining his hand with yours. ”Can’t I slice ‘em up with my sword or something?”