Marian had dug her spoon into some sponge and was chewing on it when Much dropped his big Oh We're Talking About It Now into the conversation. She looked thoughtful, sucking cream off the spoon. For a moment she tried to think what it was that Much was expecting Marian to say. The very loud and public argument Marian had with Will was on Much's journal, after all. He'd read all of her reasons and frustrations and fears.
But Much wanted to talk about this with someone, and maybe Marian was the first someone he'd brought it up with. She wasn't sure she was the best option this time around, but she also knew it was often her role in the group- and one she had been very happy to fill for five hundred years. She was supposed to be the soft female influence among them, until they needed a smack around the back of the head.
Marian put her spoon back down in the bowl and reached for the whiskey she'd put on the floor. "Not much there is that you can do about Will," Marian admitted. "Obviously I agree about the safety concerns."