Romilda laughed. "Oh don't worry, I don't think he'd get out of bed in the morning if I didn't convince Liam to go in and wake him up."
When he looked at her sheepishly, and then couldn't meet her eye, she started to worry. Then he said he had. What, felt ready, or had already...
She looked at him oddly, her lips pursed. "Already?" she said, her tone quite cold. "Bit quick, wasn't it? Was I even cold in the ground?" That was not what she had expected him to say. Not at all. Not after professing life long love to her in those months before she died, even if she didn't believe it. Perhaps her instincts had been correct.