Dragonborn returned to Lakeview Manor, exhausted from his journey around Skyrim. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, turning much of the sky a brilliant orange. Stepping inside, the smell of burning wood and dinner filled his nostrils, and his stomach rumbled, but felt too tired to get a taste of food.

Though slightly jealous of the few staff he had that enjoyed their meals, the bard's song and the sight of his wife sweeping the floor calmed him just a little. Taking off the armor of slain Dragons caused enough of a commotion to catch everybody's attention as they said their welcomes, though his attention was on Shahvee, his wife.

"Oh, Dragonborn my love, welcome home." The Argonian embraced him carefully so as to not aggravate any possible injuries he may have had.

"G-Good to be back my little scaly dumpling." He returned the embrace a little more firmly as his wife felt her cheeks warm from the nickname, knowing full well what it's from.

“Did your trip go well my love?"

“As well as could be expected, I think; but right now I just want to sleep in a proper bed. Those bedrolls aren't much good without something soft below it."

“I understand love. Would you like some dinner, you sound like you haven't had a good meal for a while?" She asked with some concern, able to hear his stomach's growl of displeasure at being neglected.

“I could fall asleep right here, dumpling, just leave me to rest." Dragonborn broke the hug. “You and the staff can make a good hearty meal in the morning." He was about to head to bed when his wife stopped him.

“At least have some bread, please?" The Argonian hurried off to the table and came back with an end slice of some bread, offering it to him with a concerned frown.

“If you insist my dear..." Dragonborn conceded gently, taking the food in his hands and biting off chunks until all of it fit in his mouth, then slowly began a new journey up the Manor's stairs.

While momentarily shocked her husband shoved the whole thing into his mouth at once, it didn't come as much of a surprise. His returns were very much like this much of the time, not staying for pleasantries and simply lumbering off to bed. She was glad, however, that he was safe and would at least spent seven days at the Manor before heading off again. It gave them plenty of time to catch up, and have some... private time.

While the other staff made small talk, Shahvee quickly finished sweeping the floor with her broom and followed after him. She found the Nord already asleep in the master bedroom, snoring just a little.

A content sigh escaped her nostrils, deciding it was late enough to join him in slumber. The dress the Argonian wore was hung-up in the wardrobe and undergarments placed neatly in one of the shelves.

Now having disregarded modesty, not that anyone was there to watch, she climbed under the covers with Dragonborn and pressed her bare body against his still clothed self.

To nobody's surprise, he smelled like a lot of things, but 'good' was not one of them. Luckily, she had gotten used to the variety of terrible odors on returns like this, and vowed to bathe him in the strongest soaps she could find tomorrow.

But for now, the feelings of security and love helped lull her to a deep, happy slumber.