Marian tucked the stone into the pocket of her dress. "Know, if not for anyone else's sake but my son's." Though she knew there were more people to live for than her little bird. But he was the most important.
She ran a hand over her facing, pushing composure into her features as she did. "Perhaps training with you will help my melancholy." There was something serene about preparing for battle, one that may or may not come.