It was a temptation to trace the back of her fingers along his jaw. But she resisted the urge. She was silent a moment the same fond smile, she imagined, on her lips. "How could I not? Your soul is clear in your words. In your eyes. I swear if I look long enough I will see your heart beat in them." To prevent things to get to serious, so very serious, she had to tease in the last moment.
When he didn't flinch away, a lighter touch, just the tips of her fingers, traced down to the start of the prosthetic. She wouldn't have turned from his arm if he didn't have it, and she wasn't going to turn from this new bit of technology. "Well I suppose it will have to be me, then. Wouldn't want anyone to spoil the rain for you. And Black knows the paths, and doesn't shy from the strange noises and smells of the beasts here. Perhaps you should ride him." She was sure she could find one of the ownerless horses that were just the same, if not so used to her. She'd not risk him falling off a startled horse.
Marian closed her eyes as his thumb skated across her cheek. Her breath caught, and for a moment she simply savored the feel. Her lips parted to accept breath once again and slowly her lashes lifted. "Am I?" Her question but a soft whisper.