That night at dinner Jane found she had no appetite. The food that sat on the plate before her all seemed so sickening that she could hardly swallow one bite. She assumed she was becoming ill as the weather had been changing, tt was turning into fall now, and a crisp wind swept over all of England. Jane eventually put down her fork and moved her plate away, unable to look at her food anymore.

"Jane, are you well?" her husband asked, glancing towards her.

"You sit here and yet you eat nothing, and you have eaten nothing all of today".

"I suppose I am simply not hungry" she said, honestly.

Edward felt for Jane's forehead, pressing his hand to it lightly.

"Jane, you are quite warm. I am sure that if I were to look upon your cheeks they would be flushed and colored. Come", he said, rising out of his chair and moving Jane's back.

"We can have our tea while you are in bed".

It wasn't until Jane was undressed from the days warm clothes and got into bed in just her slip that she realized how unwell she truly felt. Edward had gone to request tea and had taken it at the door when it had been brought up. Jane pulled a pillow against her back and learned against the backboard of the bed. She had not focused on her husband making the tea, but her attention was brought back to him when he offered her a cup. Thanking him, she took it in her hands and drank gratefully.

"Thank you" Jane said "You are right, I should be in bed".

He smiled graciously and busied himself making his own tea. "Do you find you are often sick, Jane?"

"No, the opposite. You see, you have treated me too well, my body has relaxed too much".

He smiled and chuckled to himself as he pulled a chair up beside her at the bed, his arm resting on her legs.

"I thought such was the case. I took ill very often as a child" Mr Rochester said. "It was for no other reason than I was often told I was sickening, and I was spoiled. Perhaps similar to Adele sickening at times when you were her governess".

"I did notice at times when she claimed to be sick she had no signs of such being the truth".

Mr Rochester laughed, sipping his tea.

"And now?" Jane asked

"Now I sicken very infrequently"

"I believe that must be good thing, I cannot imagine you faring well with a cold. I can think of you being deeply angered and deeply annoyed, casting off everything in your path".

They laughed together, and Mr Rochester looked unseeing upon her with his dazzling eyes.

"Witch"

He felt for her lips, and pressed his to hers deeply before Jane pulled back.

"No, you mustn't. I am sick, I don't wish to make you so".

"I do not think that will make much difference now, love. Not when I kissed every inch of you last night, and this morning".

Jane sighed with happiness at such words as his lips reconnected with hers. When the kiss broke she hung, suspended in the air. He had a certain way of kissing her that left her desperate for more, which left her feeling lightheaded and dazed. Jane laid the cup on the table beside her and slipped down into bed, her head thanking her for resting on the soft pillow.

"Tell me a story" Jane implored, reaching for his hand. He laid his own finished cup down and gave both of his hands to her, thinking.

"Shall I tell you of the first time I saw the ocean".

Jane smiled, she herself had never seen the ocean before. It would be a dream to see, and he must have guessed this, for he took her reflectful silence as a yes.

She listened with great interest, closing her eyes so she could only hear her husbands soothing voice. She had always loved his voice, she had loved how deep, yet how gentle and melodic it was. She loved the feeling of her fingers in his, and as he spoke she gave his hand little squeezes in moments of happiness or enthusiasm. Sometimes she received a small squeeze back, all while he continued talking. He was a natural storyteller, for her noticed small details other people did not. He remembered the white foam of the waves, the smell of salt, the eternal sounds of the moving water. He remembered the stark contrast between the tan sand and the bright blue of the ocean. He remembered feeling quite alone there, despite others being around. He was totally at peace there.

"It sounds so beautiful" Jane had said when he finished.

"Jane, it was unlike any other beautiful thing, And it is equally beautiful all over the world".

"I should love to see it one day" she confessed, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders.

"And you will" he promised, kissing her hand, which was still wrapped in his. "I want to see it through your eyes, I wish to see the whole world anew through your eyes, Jane".

She smiled as he stood before her, "I should let you sleep, I am sure you are in need of it"

He paused, looking lovingly upon her.

"Goodnight my darling", his soft lips pressed against her forehead.

"Goodnight Edward" she said, seeing him smile at the sweet way his voice had been pronounced.

"I shall be out here if you need me".

And with that, he swept from the room, closing the door softly behind him.