Marken sighed awake, feeling her breath so close against his face. He felt movement on his farm, realizing Ella was pulling herself off him as he opened his eyes. "Why am I an idiot...?" His voice was groggy, as he looked around the room. He had clearly heard Ellas word however, and attributed it as an insult to himself, in his groggy state of mind. He pulled himself to a sitting position, stretching out with a wide yawn. He'd slept better than he had in awhile, ever since this talk of him marrying some girl, Marken hadn't been sleeping well.

Wasn't that supposed to be for girls, anyway? Being married off to some suitor or another, rather than the other way around? It certainly brought a smile to his lips, now that he thought about it. "So how did you sleep last night?" Markens stomach growled, considering how late they'd slept in, he was likely hungry for more than a light breakfast. He stood up, looking down at his outfit and sighing. He'd certainly need to change... Which brought up an interesting question.

"You can't simply walk around in the same outfit, multiple days in a row... You'll need more clothes to change into here." He leaned back into his seat, sighing quietly. One problem after another continued to rise up, and it only made his head hurt. He was tired of all of these issues that continued to show up, first Ellas pure anxiety for the entire thing, then the issue of clothing. Granted, the second one was much more minor, however it was still an issue nonetheless. He also hadn't put it past her to have contacted her own kingdom at some point, given her status as a spy. It didn't sit well with him to have her so close to him with that possibility, but he couldn't help himself. It was simply another issue he would deal with if he needed to.