He finds her surrounded by maps and tomes. A small barely flickering flame is the only light left to illuminate her workspace. Quietly he casts his gaze to her current project and begins to put it away. He saves a stack of a copies maps from a puddle of ink, she must have tipped the bottle in her sleep. A blank piece of paper is ripped up to make crude bookmarks, she gets growly if she loses her place in a book. The tomes are then neatly stacked in the corner of the desk. The stack of papers goes on top of those. One of his sashes is sacrificed to clean up the ink puddle.

Once everything is neatly put into it's place he turns his attention to his wife. He brushes a lock her unruly red hair out of her face. She murmurs something in her sleep and catches his hand lightly. A soft and rare smile appears on his face briefly. It never ceases to amaze him that she is the only woman who can touch him without making him jump, even Lissa still makes him jump a little when she catches him off guard.

Lon' qu picks up his wife very carefully. As always she wiggles as soon as she is lifted from her chair. For a brief moment he thinks him might drop her. Then she sighs and nuzzles her face into his chest. Still he only relaxes when he has her in the bed and neatly tucks her in.

A soft knock tells him he cannot join her just yet. It also makes him long for his own home and and not the not-so-private private rooms Chrom has given them. Slightly aggravated he opens the door.

It's Lissa. He stiffens a little then forces himself to relax. It's only Lissa, he can handle that.

"Is Sassy still up?"

"No," is his simple response.

The nickname doesn't suit his wife in the least. Then again it didn't find it's origins in her character but rather in her proper name, Saskia.

"Aw geez. Well I'll visit tomorrow then." Lissa says, clearly sounding disappointed, and turns and walks away slowly, slightly like she's baiting him.

"What?"

He can't keep it from sounding aggravated but it's enough as she spins on her heels and bounces back to him. He flinches a little when she makes a particularly large leap in his direction.

"You guys are going to get your Morgan real soon!"

"What?"

Lon' qu doesn't quite understand. They have their Morgan. As a matter of fact the teenager is in the next room over pouring his soul out in a bad attempt at poetry. Poetry he fears is meant to woe a particular princess, Lon 'qu fears for his foolish son's life.

This is clearly not what Lissa is thinking though as she press her lips in a thin irritated line and her brows scrunch together. She sighs then relaxes the expression.

She adopts the tone Maribelle takes when she is forces to speak with Vaike, "Your wife, our favorite tactician, friend of us all, and High Deliverer of the people is pregnant."

Lissa smiles as she sees it sink in and Lon' qu quickly glances back at his wife over his shoulder. Lissa gently pats his shoulder and smiles.

"I'd hide her books now before the hormones really kick in," and with that she trots away.