Talk:Ogre/@comment-26187100-20160520133202/@comment-26437040-20160526011224

"It's okay." I say, comforting her, while also covering my wound, as so not to make her feel worse.

"B-but" she says, before I cut in.

"You didn't mean to, and really, I'm fine. It's only a flesh-wound."

"I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Look, I understand. But it doesn't matter how long it takes, we'll have a child eventually." I Tell her, dressing my wound

"But I want one now...  What would others think? We've been married 3 years and still no kid..."

"When did you care what others think? I mean look at you, other Ogres have mocked you for being "soft", but did you care? No... So why now?"

"It's just that no-one would think I love you..."

"But you do love me, the same as I love you." I then gently enbrace her, pulling her in close, just like she likes.

"You're right. I don't know what came over me. I love you"

"I love you too" I whisper in her ear. We then return to sleep.