Almost instantly, the light returned to Edmund's face. His eyes lit up again, and a soft smile curved on his lips.
"Do you want to try climbing the stairs with me, wife?" he asked, glancing down at her feet, then quickly shook his head. "But … maybe it'll be too much for you. I don't want you to hurt your feet even more."
Oh no. How could she possibly say no to this adorable puppy?
"I'm not that old, husband," Primrose said with a light laugh. My knees won't give out just from walking up some stairs."
Though, honestly, deep down, she was pretty sure her knees would absolutely give out after climbing that many stairs.
"Are you really sure?" Edmund still looked a little unsure, but he was clearly excited, like a boy about to share something special. "We'll have to go barefoot … so your feet might get scratched."
Primrose only smiled and nodded. "I'll be fine," she said calmly. Then, almost like a whisper, she added under her breath, "… Maybe."
