Page 52 of Out of Sight

She tensed. “No.”

“I will be in the room, a radio will be on, and you will be comfortable.”

She looked up at him. “I am willing to try. I had quite the emotional tsunami today. I don’t want to miss dinner, though.”

Yorwell spoke, “You won’t. Do you want to sleep in my office or in the bedroom?”

She blushed. “I would like to sleep in a bed. It has been a while.”

He nodded. “I am glad you are willing to try. It shows attachment to your current state.”

Lucia looked at her hands and flexed them. “How much is your bed rated for?”

“A lot. Giants sleep on a stone platform with a pallet on top of it. We have pillows and sheets just like everybody else, but our beds are solid. You won’t break it or fall through.”

She blushed. “Thanks.”

“Okay, let’s get you set up for a nap. Do you want to sleep in a shirt?”

Her blush got hotter. “Yes, please. I am not recognizing this as me quite yet.”

“It will take time, and I have a plan to help you with the process of adapting to your new physicality.” His upside-down smile was sweet. “A form of physiotherapy.”

She smiled and then yawned again. “Right. You have to let me go before I can stand up.”

He smiled. “Right.”

“Yorwell, you haven’t moved.”

He chuckled and straightened. “Well spotted.”

She got to her feet and walked up to him, hugging him. She mumbled, “I thought I would try this dressed and not sobbing.”

Yorwell smiled. “I am too heavily dressed, but I like this very much.”

She snorted and just focused on relaxing. When she felt herself getting sleepy, she said, “Okay. I am ready to try napping now.”

He stroked her back. “In a minute.”

She smiled and continued to hold him. When they both loosened their grips, he led her upstairs with a sports drink and a very slow pace.

“Are there a lot of giants here?”

“Not a lot. We don’t fit most standard seats or clothing, so we stay home and have our own families and standing armies. Libraries are big, so we are comfortable doing research and studying when we aren’t trying to beat the hell out of the others. That is what we do on weekends.”

“Oh. My brothers and cousins do the same.”

“Most of the giants here are half dark elf.”

“Oh. Interesting.”

“Calmer. More magic. Not in a hurry.”

“Yeah, I can tell by the slow pace up the steps.”

He chuckled. “I am still debating dinner. I want it to be special.”

She laughed. “The most special thing would be pie, cake, and ice cream. Mom told me over and over that betas couldn’t afford to get fat, or no alpha would want them.”