Anytime that Minerva woke up from a sleep, even if it was a nap, she wanted tea. Atlas was still snoozing when she woke a few hours later, and not wanting to disturb him she gingerly crawled out of his embrace and off the bed.
She scratched Octavius behind his ears, but he stayed with Atlas in the bedroom while Minerva went into the kitchen and found the makings of tea. She tried to be as quiet as she could.
As she put the kettle onto the burner, she heard her name and turning her head she smiled at Atlas - then frowned as he was hobbling still. She had forgotten about his injury even if just for a moment.
"I told you I wasn't going anywhere while you were sleeping," Minerva murmured, turning in his arms and hugging him. "How are you feeling?"