"He certainly does seem to," Gen replied, picking up her dress to hang over the back of a chair in the corner. She smiled faintly as she looked back to her sister. "He thought I was pretty when I told him I loved him, ale in my hair and half my face swollen from that wench's fist. I thought he was mad for thinking so, though I didn't say as much."
"I hope so," she added, crossing back across the room to her sister's side. "I hope that's all, at least. Maybe- maybe he'll be back by morning."