“Six months? You poor man.” She said almost teasing him. Six months had been a long time and it seemed like her form self was no help. Bella didn’t know the extent of this village yet, or how often people seemed to be leaving and arriving here. When he touched her, Bella looked at his hand and let her eyes travel up to his face. Raising an eyebrow, another smirk crossed her lips. “Which part?” Her own hand went to where his dark mark was branded into his skin and lightly traced it with her fingertips. “The branding or when we retired for the night?” Bella knew her duty as a wife; her mother was kind enough to remind her for several weeks before the actual wedding day.