He was somewhere close to awake when she curled against his side, but if she hadn't gotten up yet, that meant it was early. Which meant he was content to lay there a little longer with her warm body close to his and pretend it wasn't morning yet. Because luxuries like that were what made this place so special, and so different from home. So he let himself drift back to sleep, missing completely the wish she made when he did.
He couldn't recall what he'd been dreaming about, but somehow Marian kissing him awake fit right in to whatever it was, and when he opened his eyes his sleep blurred vision was filled completely with her face. "Morning already?" He asked with a little smile, kissing her in return. Since he'd gotten better at sleeping through the night, he was rather fond of it.
Stretching, he blinked to clear his vision, and froze. This was not their bed. This was not their room. He pushed himself up against the pillows, taking in the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling, the wooden shutters which had replaced their curtains on the window, and Marian's smiling face.
"Locksley?" He asked her, completely baffled. Because there was no explanation beyond her wish. "You wished for us to go to Locksley?" Pushing off the blankets he walked over to the window, pushing open the shutters. He knew the view from that window, of his village, like the back of his hand. And this wasn't it. This was still Lawrence. Turning slowly back to face her, he arched an eyebrow. But he was grinning. "Well, this is going to get the neighbours talking, isn't it?" Because he had no idea that the outside looked nothing like the inside.
The room was just as he remembered it. He hadn't changed anything, it was exactly as his father had kept it. The chest at the end of the bed, and the cupboard against the wall. But through the open door he could see their modern bathroom. He certainly wasn't going to complain about that.
"Wait, what did you ask for, exactly? Just Locksley? I'm not going to go down the hall and find Gisborne in the bath am I?" Though if this had been taken from then, he hadn't done much. Though the thought of that man sleeping in his bed was not what he would call appealing.
"I can't believe you wished for Locksley," he said again. "I love you so much." His mind was swimming with the possibilities. The things that might be there, if that was how the wish worked. He couldn't wait to show her.