When she began stirring, Marken gave a sigh of disappointment. They both had to get up and face the day, but he didn't want to just yet. They both had hangovers, and it'd be torture to lay in the bed with splitting nausea and headaches without doing something to try and relieve them. Scratching the back of his neck, Marken stretched out his arms with a yawn. Her question caught him off guard, as he tried to recall the night before.

He hadn't had as much to drink as her, but his own memory was hazy too, though not nearly as bad as Ella's. "Um... I asked about your childhood, and so you pulled off your dress and corset to show me your scars. It got a bit hazy, but you never redressed yourself and we went to bed." Sighing, he began to pull himself out of bed, looking around for a pitcher of water.