Salazar smiled. He knew that in his future he was a great man who accomplished great things, and that was always what he wanted for his life, but it meant so much more to him that he could provide a good life for his family. "Good. I'm glad."
He was silent for a moment or two before speaking again. "I want to take care of you while you're here." He may not have known her in his time, but she was his wife, and that meant something to him. He offered Mischa his arm. "Are you hungry? We can go back to the castle here and I could get you something to eat."