You know how some people always complained they never had enough hours in a day? That they worked all day, and could simply use a break, or a rest... but what did you call needing a break from resting? Because Evras has had honestly quite enough of this prolonged bedrest she was on. With it being past a month now, she was eager to be allowed out and about now, but the physician seemed to still have his doubts. Even despite Evras telling him she now felt fine, and no longer felt the pull which had landed her on bedrest to begin with, he still apparently would prefer her to remain as rested as possible.

The one good silver lining that came from the physician's visit the day before however, was that he did say she could now take brief walks, and Evras had been exercising that right the moment he had said it, with nervous servants dogging her every step as she had taken first a turn about the Kotas manor the evening after the physician had left, and then this morning again.

Despite being only four months along, her stomach showed far earlier then Dion had. She had been assured that this was normal for a second pregnancy, but Evras couldn't say she was unhappy about it. On the contrary, the dark-haired princess was glad to have a physical proof that she was actually carrying again, something she had deathly feared being unable to do over the last few years.

Luckily for her, she's had Essa and Asia to keep her company in her self-imposed prison in bed. Athanasia especially had been coming a little more often then one would expect, but then again the young princess had unexpectedly had to takeover her tasks after Evras had been to bedrest, so Evras couldn't help but feel the responsibility was on her to help her young sister in law out.

Having sent Dion to bed early with Essa that evening, the servants had finished combing out her long curls, and Evras had just slipped her feet in between the sheets as the servants left, when the door opened. Evras had looked up, expecting to see one of her ladies in waiting coming back in and assuming she had forgotten something, but the porcelain features of the Thanasi sister brightened when she instead, saw the features of her husband entering.

While nothing of huge proportion had occured between Evras and Zanon in the last week or two since his brothers and father had left to the war, what had happened was that Zanon had been kept far too busy, while Evras had been kept to her own thoughts on what had occured with her sister and Vangelis. She had only had one conversation with Thea, before Zanon had effectively had Thea cut off from being spoken to, but while Evras didn't agree with what her elder sister had done, it didn't change the fact that Thea was her sister.

She did, however remember, how upset Zanon was, so instead she opted to not broach the subject, but merely gave a soft, lopsided smile as her husband's hands brushed her cheeks, a touch she had missed.

Reaching up, Evras caught his hand and gave it a squeeze, which was quickly followed with an exasperated groan. "I'm bored, that's what it feels like." she grumbled, pouting as her dark loose strands fell forward in her sulking position, before she looked up and leaned in closer to peer at her husband. "Although, I suspect you'd enjoy us switching positions anyday." Reaching up with the hand that was holding his, she brushed her own under his eyes and on his cheeks, and then teased, "You look as if you could sleep for days, husband. Are you sure I won't have to end up dragging you half-asleep back to our chambers?" she asked with a hint of a laugh in her words.