"I know, I know, but that doesn't matter to me so much as getting to spend the time with you now. The kids aside, you're all I've got and all I'll have." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, then kissed her forehead, nuzzling it. "I don't think I'll want anyone else after you. Then I can be the very eccentric old rich guy who never leaves his tower. Very Howard Hughes," he said with a grin.
"It's funny how you're the calm one," he said, giving her hand a squeeze before getting up off of the bed. "Let's see. Fan...I'll need a few things...and tools." He called one of the servants into the room and gave them a list of materials he might need to construct a crude fan for her, then sent the servant on his way. "There's cold water in the bucket we brought in earlier," and he picked up on of the linen cloths and folded it, dunked it into the water and wrung it out before sitting back down next to her. Lightly, he pressed the cool cloth to her forehead and neck, "That better?"