“Must you leave?” Wyleen was sitting up in bed, watching Katakuri pack a rucksack for his travels.
“I told you before, but I’ll tell you once more that my responsibilities come before anything else, Wylee. You’ve known this before we were wed, and it still holds to this day.” He glanced at her, slightly unamused.
“I know,” she sighed. “I’ll just miss you while you’re away. I always do.” She spun the ring around her finger, looking down at her hands. “It gets lonely when you aren’t at home with me,” Wyleen muttered.
“I appreciate your concern, dear. But you can’t rely on me to always be around; you need to be independent. Keep yourself busy in my absence; you have the shop to run, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do need to go in today, at least to take care of the inventory and make an order for in
