Sprite stopped just short of the bed. “I’m fine, Darkholm, really,” she said. “You use the bed. Keep working. I’ll take a break in the lounge.”

“No, no. I insist. You rest.” He tried to make her sit with a gentle pressure. “At least while we chat, yes?”

Sprite hesitated, but finally gave in. “Ok, but just while we talk.” She sat down and with Darkholm’s continued push at her shoulder, she allowed herself to lay back.

“Good, yes?” the large man asked, smiling broadly and taking the seat she had occupied. He again rested his hands on his stomach.