“Why are you out of bed?”
Beryl bustled through the room, opening the curtains and doing her best to guide her husband back to bed.
“I can't lie here all day.” Cameron allowed himself to be pushed back onto the mattress and made little fuss as she pulled the duvet over his chest. She made sure his arms were outside the covers, having been raised on the concept that hands beneath the covers made for devil's work. “I'm fine, love. Right as rain. Not a twinge or an ache. Fit as a fiddle.”
“How you feel has nothing to do with it.” Beryl fussed with his pillows to make him as comfortable as she thought he should be. “You feel well because I've kept you from gallivanting all over the town.”