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Dem worked all day with other members of the Lost Ones’ estate carrying buckets of water to the fields of both their estate and Egfor’s farm. It was tiring and back-breaking work, but he could not let their crops fail. Too many folks depended on it. So many local crops already failing. They needed rain, not a downpour as they sometimes got late at night with lightning starting wildfires on the parched land, but gentle all-day rain.
Dem stood up straight, wiping the sweat from his looking at the heat-hazed sky. Not a single cloud in the sky. He sighed, trudging back to the current field they are watering. He hands off his bucket and sits; he is still not feeling entirely well and relaxes as he takes a break.
“Love?” Egfor asks, worry in his voice and written upon his face.
“I’m fine, just taking a break.” Dem patted the ground next to him, pulling out a significant skin of water. He took a sip and held the skin to Egfor.
“You should relax a few more days, love. One less person here is not going to matter.”
Shook his head, “Egfor, my prince.” He reached out and stroke his lover’s cheek. “Did I argue when Raemond confined me to bed rest?”
“Well, no.”
“Did I jump up and start with regular business when he said that some exercise would be good, but light, like walks to town and back.”
“A little, I don’t think he meant from here to Bree.”
Looking at Egfor’s concerned expression, even if he couldn’t feel it, Egfor’s face was an open vista of emotions for him to read. “How many times have I called a break for everyone here? Forcing them to stop and relax?”
“Multiple times.”
“I know my body, and I promise not to push it past my limits,” He jerked his head toward those still working, “It is them we need to concern ourselves with now.”
