Sitting up the next morning, she groaned lowly at the stiff feeling through her joints from falling asleep on the rug. Tama had been curled into her belly, snuggling her nose into the soft flesh of her stomach, gave a protesting cry at being woken up.
Tinesi walked in at this time as well, nearly tripping over herself after seeing her on the floor, “Princess! Are you okay?” She helped lift Ayla to the seat closest to her, “Did you faint or fall?”
The connecting door into Thorin’s room opened and he rushed in, a wild look on his face as he looked around then spotted Tinesi fawning over her, “Ayla, I heard shouting.” He walked over stiffly, “Are you okay?”
“No, no.” Ayla shook her head negatively while pressing a palm to her eye, “I fell asleep.”
“I’ll draw you a hot bath.” Tinesi rubbed
