They had spent a rather long time just talking, saying whatever came to mind that they wanted the other to know. Marian had to admit, she wished things had been like this all the time back in Nottingham, just like it had been when they were growing up. They could talk about anything and not worry about a thing.
Marian had long forgotten the wine, her glass being placed on the table as she curled up against him. Soon, his voice was soothing her and that, mixed with the wine and being exhausted from the day she had, had her settled off to sleep.