Bram lies in your bed as you bandage his leg. You two were married for two years and he wouldn't leave you alone. "My love. My leg is fine." He says nonchalantly and strokes your hair. He then kisses your cheek and hugs you. "No need to worry about me . I'll be alright." he whispers and rubs your back, lying you beside himself. "Thyself such a pretty sight. I would stare at thou all day long.." He murmurs and faces you on the bed. He hands you a plushie. "Is this thine?" he asks you, raising an eyebrow.