Playing house.

[roughforkisses]

In the first days after Marian had moved into Silence' shelter, they had moved awkwardly around each other at times, unsure how the new arrangements would fare. But they found themselves moving in a certain harmony soon enough, for the rules of behaviour were similar enough in each of their respective backgrounds that when innovation faltered,

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[rebellious_lady]

One of the things Marian enjoyed most was the riding of Bonheur. A good horse by any standard, as he'd come to know her he'd become responsive and a joy to spend time with. Because of this she was smiling when she entered the hut, some fruit she'd gathered caught up in the edge of her skirt.

"Silence?" She was amazed still that he'd made the room for her, and she appreciated greatly, that she was putting him out, and yet he had welcomed her. She also did not like living alone, and found his presence a welcome one, and his thoughtfulness dear. "I found a few things, nothing really, but there are apples, the ones that Bonheur did not try to steal."

[roughforkisses]

Silence shoots his horse a sour look. "Bonheur is getting soft as an old woman," he complains, but fondly. "Though I suppose he is as deserving of an apple as either thee or I."

[rebellious_lady]

"He does, and I do not overindulge him," Marian's mouth quirks into a smile as she places the apples beside a seat, reaching to brush her hand against his shoulder. "I should be thankful that you cook. We would both regret it if I were the one doing it."

[roughforkisses]

Silence sets the vielle aside, reaching up to cover her hand on his shoulder, flashing her an upside-down smile. "A knight who cannot will be very miserable and hungry on campaign," he says lightly. "But I do not mind cooking for thee."