"This one is new." A sun warmed hand paused on the still red scar sitting starkly on his abdomen.

"Hmm? Oh, that one is just from the requirement for me officially joining you all." He replied lazily, lounging in the sun on the daybed. It was the first time the two of them had spent time together since his official induction into the harem, and Ike had been quick to return to his favorite pastime when they were alone together: exploring his many scars.

"The what." "The officials didn't want any chance of me actually bearing Vo--our husband's children, given our…other relationship. I think they also said something about 'inferior stock'." With a self-deprecating smile, Fulgur waved a hand, covered with old burn scars towards the cane he knew was leaning against the wall nearby.

"It is probably best that I don't have kids, anyway." Fulgur couldn't quite keep the wistfulness out of his voice as he continued. Ike was deathly silent, his hand pressed against the scar.

"Ike?" Fulgur finally opened his eyes to squint up at the figure who had stopped moving. Ike's face was frighteningly blank, and when Fulgur reached for his other hand which hovered frozen in the air he was alarmed to realize it was faintly trembling.

"What's wrong!?" As he tried to sit up, Ike seemed to snap out of it and gave him a wan smile, gently pushing him back into lying down.

"I'm sorry…I just thought of something I'll need to take care of later. Does our husband know about this?" His hand stroked the scar softly.

"Maybe? He wasn't there for the discussion, and he's been so busy I haven't seen him recently." Fulgur frowned up at him but obediently lay down again. Ike's hand tightened around his for a moment.

Ike's gaze lifted to look behind him, and then he called out "Mysta!" Fulgur turned his head to catch one of the younger members of the harem bouncing past. At the call, Mysta changed direction and ambled over to join them.

"Why don't you come over and take a nap?" Ike said as he came closer.

"Huh? Umm, sure, I guess?" The fox tilted his head in confusion as he glanced between the two of them.

"Great!" Ike gave them a sudden, cheerful, grin. With another squeeze of Fulgur's hand and a quick peck on his neck--right over the scar the wound around it--he stood up to give Mysta space to lie down.

With a bemused glance, Mysta was quick to burrow into the available space. Within a few moments, he'd snuggled up to Fulgur, tucked under his chin. Ike stood over them for a moment, a soft glint in his eye.

"Are you leaving?" Mysta pouted up at him.

"Yes. I have something to do. Enjoy your nap." Ike finally turned away from the pair, something darker flashing across his face as he left. Fulgur pensively watched after him, wanting to call him back and figure out what was wrong. But he had a warm, snuggly, body latched onto him, and so he could only try to relax for now.

(And then Ike went to find their husband, several knives, and some certain officials…)