He allowed her to relax fully into his arms, not trying to push her away in the least. Under different circumstances, this might have led to something more drastic than a mere kiss on the cheek, but as it stood, with the revelation still so close, and the social laws that bound them still in place, nothing would come of it, for the moment. Instead, he simply smiled at her when she said that she loved him.

That brought an interesting thought to Markens head. Had they actually said those words, before this night? He considered it for a moment and almost chuckled when he realized that it had taken a confession of trying to kill him for the two of them to admit love for the other. It wasn't that they didn't know it existed, but they were finally addressing the fact that it was there, instead of simply knowing it.

Marken sighed and started to lean back, before pausing for a moment. "What should we do with that poison? I doubt the governess would be pleased to find it on my bedside table..." He made a fair point, and the lack of drawers in the immediate vicinity made it a tad tougher to hide. Of course, it was really just Marken not wanting to remove himself from Ellas embrace. He *could* find a place to hide it, but that would require leaving the bed, something he didn't want to do in the least.