"Popcorn?" Marian suggested, knowing they had some in the kitchen. When he left to go do that, Marian kept shuffling the cards in her hands, and when she lifted her gaze she saw herself in the mirror across the room.
She paused her shuffling.
There was a smile lingering on her lips.
The smile fell away now, because she realised she hadn't been faking that smile, nor had she been faking the laugh. She'd been sitting here on the carpet playing silly games and realised that... she was enjoying herself.
In fact, most of today she'd barely thought about the fact that she was still a prisoner, that she was here with her enemy.
Marian had gotten so used to the repetition and the boredom that playing card games with the Sheriff was... enjoyable.
Marian put her hand over her mouth, wondering if she was about to be sick.
How could she be enjoying herself?? How could she sit here and laugh about a game when she was in the same house as the Sheriff, in the same house as the man she'd consented to keep going to bed with just to keep the peace?
Was this even about keeping the peace anymore? Oh god, what was wrong with her??
She heard the Sheriff coming back and took a few stabilising breaths, making herself smile again but feeling the difference in it, feeling the way she had to make it happen.
Who was she turning into? What else was she supposed to do?