Frederic smiled softly as Karen rested her head on his shoulder. She was still sleepy, he could tell, and he assumed she wanted more rest. There was still soup in the kitchen, that would do for supper for them and Clover and as the babes had just nursed, they wouldn't be hungry for a few hours, as Frederic knew from his son's youngest months. "Karen," he murmured, just wanting to say her name, and kissed the top of her head. "Oh, Karen. I love you."