[ Takes place the morning after Through A Golden Haze. ]
Waking up was something she didn't want to do. For all she'd always found her dreams filled with visions of heartache and anger, last night they'd been soft and sweet, and leaving them was a difficult journey that left her heart aching. But it was soothed when realization dawned on her as to why things had feel so comforting overnight, why the dreams had been some of the best she'd ever had, and a soft sigh escaped her before realization could strike. "Marrow..."
She whispered his name and her eyes fluttered shut as she allowed herself a moment to enjoyed the feel of him around her, the scent of him under her nose, the general knowledge of all he'd said to her during their night of fire. She wanted so much to press her lips to some of the places his had been on her own body, which still rested against his, very much naked and exposed, and it was only as her leg started to move along his that the aforementioned realization started to hit.
He might not know what it was, or meant, but he was a child of Walled like she was, and there was always that chance, and she simply didn't want to risk him seeing it. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he had during the night and recalled it this morning. Carefully, she extracted herself from his arms, as painful a thing as it was to do, and reached over the edge of the bed for her clothes, only to come in contact with his shirt.
She shivered as she brought it to her face and pressed it against the fabric. No, she couldn't just leave him, even if this was her apartment, but she did need a few moments to slip away from him and relax, to calm down and perhaps remind herself that the chances of him having seen her 'mark were next to zero. She slipped his shirt over her head and climbed out, went to the brazier to make klah and hugged herself as she watched him sleep while it brewed.
She felt herself lean, mentally, towards the voice in her thoughts and nodded. She was happy, she could tell she was, but the confusion came over things she oculdn't share with her blue, for he wouldn't quite understand what those things meant.
When the klah was finished, she served herself a mug and set one aside and near the heat to keep it warm for Marrow, then went to settle herself someplace to sit and watch him while he continued to sleep. Part way through the mug, she saw him begin to stir, and she lowered the mug from her mouth, choosing to speak in case he could hear her. "There's klah, and I'll go and get breakfast in a few moments if you'd like."