"Some," Tragos said, settling in with his arm across the back of the couch behind her. "Kaden was watching it, while back. I wasn't really paying attention."
Tragos passed the ice cream and a spoon, but wasn't about to start digging into it himself. That 'going soft' thing again. He hadn't left her to go to the gym in days and his body was twitchy about it. Using it as a time to heal from what he'd put it through since Barak's failed coup, yeah, but, stillness didn't suit him. He didn't feel right if some muscle or other wasn't aching.