As the hours passed since he first drifted off, the only change in the Lord of Locksley was the ever drooping of his posture. Tilted to the left, with the wall as his only support, his chin remained tucked against his chest. Never much of a snorer, there was nothing about him that would have alerted Marian to his presence, slumped against the wall.
But when her hand slammed against the doorframe, he startled awake. Immediately his hands moved to his sides, pushing off the soft carpet of the floor to stumble to his feet. Momentarily disoriented, he forgot this was a secure location, he reached for weapons that weren't upon his person, his heart raced his waking body forced itself tense to appear alert and he turned to the source of the swearing. "Marian!" He wasn't totally unaware of where he was as he knew she was here and not dead. "Marian... are you allright? What happened?"