Tessa returned Tobais's look with one of her own, eyes soft and lips curved into the hint of a smile. She didn't notice Della and Jonathan exchange a quick look of their own, clearly amused by the younger couple's obvious, sappy adoration.
"Tessa, dear, you've been taking that tonic, haven't you?" Della piped up, still smiling knowingly.
Tessa jerked her eyes away from her husband with a theatric sigh, laughing, "Yes, Dell, I have. I promise. Once a day, just like the midwife said." Her tone was light, but her expression hardened a bit as she looked at the cook.
She didn't want to say it out loud, not in front of Toby, but she knew she really hadn't been taking enough care with herself in the last three months--the past few days had done both her and her husband worlds of good, but Della had been adamant she get an herbal tonic from one of the local healers to help counteract the conjoined effects of malnurishment and working herself to exhaustion.
She didn't want to talk about it. Not now, not when things had finally settled and they were safe and happy. Her hand came to rest on Toby's shoulder, the other hand lifting her cup to her lips for another sip of tea.