The fire was slowly ebbing from Dahlia's blood, the day catching up to her, but she didn't seem as drained as Quin was. His words, for the first time since she met him, seemed to mumble and his face was relaxing as if he were already half asleep. How strange was it, that she'd never seen him falling asleep? This new intimacy made Dahlia's heart seem to swell even more, turning her attention away from what they had just done, and back to this new detail that she would never have considered before.

"Good." She agreed and put her head on his shoulder. Silence fell around them as Dahlia considered this, considered what had happened, considered their marriage. His breathing became even and soon her eyes were heavy too. "I love you Quincey Honeyduke." She whispered into the dark room around them, her lips moving against his skin a soft caress. She loved this man more than words could even say. Slowly she drifted off to sleep.