Marguerite herself didn't understand love like that and she felt it. It had taken her by surprise and it still did at times. But she wasn't going to question it. All she knew was that she felt it, and it sometimes was all she needed to wake up, because she knew Percy would want her to. That was getting easier, at least. Not that Henry hoping she'd see Percy again helped. It just.. broke her heart. Because he was dead. Even if he showed up, he'd be dead... she wasn't certain but she wasn't going to wish or hope as it only would wound the heart but still, it was a sweet sentiment.
"So do I...."
And she would. In her dreams at the very least. And at least they weren't going into all of the secrets. Because secrets hurt and she hated she had kept that from him but she had been so afraid Percy would care, that he wouldn't love her... and then it was risking him asking Armand and Armand finding out how she had gotten them to survive. Besides, it was too late for that now. All she could do was live with her decisions, and knowing Percy had still loved her despite it all...
Hearing that Henry had to leave, Marguerite blinked and looked at the clock, realizing the time. Turning back, she smiled and nodded.