Last night was the first night Pansy had slept in her own bed since the tragic attack in Scotland. She had spent most of her nights since curled up on a cot in Marcus' room or sometimes in a chair. She was scared that she wasn't able to take care of him if she slept in her room. She was starting to fall in love with him. Something about seeing him vulnerable and broken made her want to care for him. She had to find a way make her own loyalties to Scotland also work for the good of Ireland. It's going to be a difficult balance.
She came in wearing a green sheath dress, and heels. Her jewelry was simple, and she was trying very hard to appear both casual and sexy. She came into the room and sat down next to him, leaning over to give him a kiss. "Everything looks delicious."