While Ashlynn entertained Erkembalt's antics across the length of the table, Zedya watched Lennart staring at his sorbet with an expression she'd come to recognize over the past few weeks since the night of their marriage, or rather, since the night that he became Zedya's first and only progeny, leaving the world of the living behind to accompany her as a vampire.
It was a look that contained a mixture of appreciation and confusion that crossed his scarred face whenever they sat down to an ordinary meal, particularly when they did so around people like Virve whom Lennart had known well when he was still alive.
Her bear of a man, who had once been able to put away entire roasted chickens and still have room for a loaf of bread, was still adjusting to the vampire's relationship with food, so when she saw the slightly lost look on his face as he stared at the glistening, delicate sorbet in front of him, she recognized the look immediately.
