So it was going to be like this, wonderful. No such thing as talking things out like the adults they were on occasion. Just all sorts of glaring and grumping, not that he didn’t mind the silence, but Marian had a way of affecting the mood and he had plans tonight. Plans that didn’t involve feeling guilty over something he’s supposedly done.
”Call me crazy, but I have this funny feeling that you might just be a little angry at me.”
Frankly, she had been glad for the break of having to install new windows or replacing blood-soaked sheets, but she tended to enjoy his nagging presence over the one of a former slave and a former grey warden about to ho at each other's throat any second. And for the lack of attention she received, she gave a shrug, and a light grunt.
"Your precious beard's still in place, isn't it? Can't be that bad."














