The man laughed and reached out for her, only chuckling because she was. "Good morning, Queen. How are you?" Rhysand asked as his arm circled around her. Leaning over her kissed her temple as he did every morning when they woke together, affectionate and loving as always. Then he squint at her.
"Why was someone poking around my noggin while I slept?" he then asked after a pause, not one to miss a beat.