Once. She slept with Marcel once and she told him it couldn't happen again, because she didn't want to jeopardize Klaus's trust in her. She doesn't tell him this because she doesn't have to justify herself to him. She doesn't have to justify wanting to have something that was just hers in a moment where it felt like everything else was falling apart.
And she doesn't deny that it was worth it.
But he wasn't wrong about secrets breeding more monsters than the truth ever would. And the fact that he took the news somewhat better than she thought he would (she was so sure there would be something more ... violent) gives her hope that somewhere under there is a person that understands enough to respect that those were her choices, even if they hurt.
(He gave her Marcel last night, when she needed him the most. He broke his brother's banishment for her. That means something, she just is too tired and sore to put her finger on what.)
She also knows that he's right about her having to rest. She feels it, the exhaustion that never really went away, despite the hours of sleep she did get. She nods slightly, in agreement, before there is a slightly anxious glance to the door.
Even though Kieran is dead, the mission wasn't completed. She's still alive. Maybe she wasn't the initial target, but there's a reason why the hex wouldn't simply let him die.
"Are you - " The question cuts off, because she has no right to ask that of him. She knows that he has other matters to attend to - the bombing in the bayou for one. But she also doesn't want to be alone. " - is Marcel - "
Asking for help has never really been her strong suit.
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And she doesn't deny that it was worth it.
But he wasn't wrong about secrets breeding more monsters than the truth ever would. And the fact that he took the news somewhat better than she thought he would (she was so sure there would be something more ... violent) gives her hope that somewhere under there is a person that understands enough to respect that those were her choices, even if they hurt.
(He gave her Marcel last night, when she needed him the most. He broke his brother's banishment for her. That means something, she just is too tired and sore to put her finger on what.)
She also knows that he's right about her having to rest. She feels it, the exhaustion that never really went away, despite the hours of sleep she did get. She nods slightly, in agreement, before there is a slightly anxious glance to the door.
Even though Kieran is dead, the mission wasn't completed. She's still alive. Maybe she wasn't the initial target, but there's a reason why the hex wouldn't simply let him die.
"Are you - " The question cuts off, because she has no right to ask that of him. She knows that he has other matters to attend to - the bombing in the bayou for one. But she also doesn't want to be alone. " - is Marcel - "
Asking for help has never really been her strong suit.
"Am I safe here?"