Lord Merrick's POV
Agnes didn't say anything on the way up the stairs.
I didn't either. I had no words at that moment, except to think of ways to make things right. So I walked up the stairs and she walked behind me and the inn was quiet around us.
I opened her door and held it for her.
She went in.
I followed.
The room was small enough that there weren't many options for arrangement - the bed, the chair, the small table, the window with the yard below it where a horse was standing in the dark wondering what had happened to its rider. I took the chair. Agnes stood near the window, her arms crossed, her back not quite to me, gazing out silently.
"Tomorrow," I said. "We will go back."
She turned.
"No," she said.
"Agnes…"
