[Regifortis]

Tobias made a point to remember how it felt to be wrapped in a towel and carried by his King. He'd probably feel this same exact sensation of scales against cloth against skin, and it was such a tender display that he never wanted to be complacent to it.

"Let's just retrace our steps: we probably set it down and just forgot about it. What with, erm, other priorities..." Tobias felt embarrassed at how easily his mate could distract him, for all the best reasons.

They went back down the tunnels they came through, and sure enough, the saddle lay on the ground with supplies in tow. The King would have to put it back on, but that was no trouble. Tobias wasn't so burdened with pregnancy that he couldn't help lift everything and secure the saddle. He put a hand close to his shallowing navel. Not yet, anyway...