''specially after all that,' he mutters, and lets his mouth kiss down her neck.

'We've said it, now.'

It doesn't have to fester anymore. It's not hidden. It's more dealt with than it was, and even though it's not put away, it's out there to be fixed later. They don't have to wonder what the problem is.

Plus, after an outpouring like it, he feels better. And then she asked him to marry her, which has cheered him right up. Not that it makes any sense, but no one's ever done anything that mad for him before.

'An' I haven't spurned anything.'

He presses up against her. He definitely knows she isn't planning on using him to make herself feel better now.

'You're a daft mare. Let's go to bed.'