She swallowed hard as his lips brushed across her stomach, hand settling awkwardly on the top of his head as he pulled her in closer.
"...yes." If he'd known it was her either time, Marian was certain he would not have hurt her. And she couldn't afford to hold a grudge. It was always a dance with Guy, trying not to anger him.
"And you forgive me?" For pushing him away? For being the Night Watchman?