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castleinthemist2012-03-02 03:50 pm
enthusiast) wrote in castleinthemist2012-03-02 03:50 pm
:'( poor baby
Most of the time, having a husband who is also an Assassin is surprisingly quaint. Duty calls, as with any other job, but the risk of injury is no higher than it would be for a mercenary, or a soldier. It is there, but the skilled can deftly avoid it. At the end of the day, an Assassin provides for his family, comes home to his wife, and has interesting stories to regale his wife with. No, in that respect, Sofia would never choose another profession for her man.
Other times, though, it is the worst heartache a wife could imagine. There's always the risk of an Assassin husband simply never coming home, and never knowing what transpired. There's the risk of capture, of executions and hangings. There is the risk of injury from a situation far beyond the Assassin's control.
This, Sofia considers, is one of those moments. In those moments, all she can do is make the best of things and make sure they don't get worse.
The beds in this castle are barely padded enough to be comfortable, without the luxuries they would have been afforded anywhere else. As such, she's stripped the bedding off of some of the empty beds and carried it to Ezio's, so that his will be thicker with blankets and better padded. If he's going to be laid up in bed recovering, she insists that he be as comfortable as possible.
She'll take care of him, the same way he'd take care of her.
"How are you feeling, Ezio?" she asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Poor darling.