"I could. I would only need a mask over my nose and mouth so I could speak." Not so much to breathe in oxygen, as to move air. Pesky vocal chords. "Though I hear it's not doing so well down there." Her tone turned apologetic.
"Well, get you a prize. It also allows me to savor food again. Sunsets, sunrises, and ale." She sighed a sigh of longing. It had been ages since she'd savored anything but blood. And she'd been so busy with the man that she hadn't paused long enough to do more than whet her palate.
When he posed Bryn barked a laugh. "You just need a damsel to drape across your chest."