"Good answer," Marek said, grinning broadly. "You can stay." He was kidding, of course, but that was his natural state of being. It made most everything easier, especially when everyone around him seemed to need to lighten up.
He closed the door behind her and stepped forward to kiss her, one hand curling around the back of her neck. His palm was still slightly bandaged, but his fingers had healed, thank Helga. "How are you holding up?"