"Forgive me for how I treated you since last night. I will grow enough sense going forward to never let a creature of the sea convince me of anything about you again." He said, cupping her face and accepting the deeply unimpressed glare she aimed at him. "Have you forgiven me, my love?"
"I am hungry." She said flatly, deliberately moving her face out of his hands. "I will think about forgiving you after you take this offensive fish off this table and have them bring us something actually worth eating for breakfast. I have been starving since last night." She pouted, turning her chin away from him pointedly, because he had given her anxiety all through the night and a heartache all through the morning, and he could wait a little longer for his forgiveness.
Though deep down, the relief that had lifted off her shoulders at finally being known for what she might be, was so immense she could have wept from it all over again. But the fish really did have to go.
