"We are well aware that you would do a great many things for us, none that you should have to," and Burr breaks away from Hamilton then, and pulls Laurens into a hug. "Though we are forever grateful, and could never really repay you."

They must move on then, so Hamilton may find a place to write, because even now he has a quill and ink with him. Burr takes the opportunity, once they have found an inn and a table, to collapse into the nearest chair, Laurens following suite.

"Are we to stay here, or follow immediately? I am afraid while little Theo can catch sleep wherever we may be I cannot, and I daresay you look twice as exhausted as I do," Burr says, reaching across to brush the hair from Hamilton's face. How much sleep had he gotten, if any? The letter about the oak could very well be a fictitious excuse to write poorly concealed pornography, but even so a night under an oak cannot be really restful, especially away from one's family. What he does not say is that his hips ache awfully, because he does not wish to put himself once more in the position of damsal. If anyone thought women or omegas the weaken sex, they have been horribly wrong--if they complain more it is only because they have more cause to, which perhaps alphas like Hamilton are coming to understand in time.