Big news, big night: The morning (is it?) after

[newredmuses]

Did he sleep at all last night? He may have tried, long after he and Kate had exhausted themselves with talking and crying and laughing. It's hard to say too, when he first noticed that he was lying awake, watching the light in the room change. (Of course, he'd been told, that there isn't sunlight here, as such, but the facsimile is fine enough.)

The scar in his side tells him he is dead, but in faith, lying here beside his wife, his own Kate, he feels nothing of the sort.

Now, is she sleeping still? He slides closer, and plants a kiss just so on her bare shoulder.

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[valiantrebel]

"You know I loathe to laugh. But no, I do not." He grins. "Come, say yes, Kate. I want to go somewhere with you."

[tiltingwithlips]

"To Sherwoof," she repeats. "To be a bandit and his wife?"

[valiantrebel]

"Only for a little while. We would come back and then be something else."

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate laughs.

"Ah, well, if I may be Lady Percy still -- then why not Sherwood?"

[valiantrebel]

"There is an evil sheriff," he says, with direness and danger in his voice. "And his terrible henchman who only wears black. And I hear that we'd eat squirrel more oft than meat."

It's something like being on campaign, isn't it.

He nods, conclusively, in conclusion. "I will speak with Allan."