She felt a sense of relief as Marth seemed to accept her ‘advances,’ if one could call them that, though they were feigned, in part. She had put herself into a position where it is necessary for her to act in this way, but truth be told it was a bit easier for her to do it than it needed to be. She let out a playful yelp as he pulled her further into lap, clearly over dramatizing the situation - though it did take her by surprise a bit. She glanced back to the group of men, where she could see the one who had introduced himself to her as Borza was watching her with displeasure on his face, clearly at the fact that it seemed he would not be getting his plaything for the evening.
Turning back to Marth, she kept her face close to his as he was talking, her expressions not necessarily matching what he was saying to her, though she knew he would understand why. Borza and his men still eyed them occasionally, hence the need for the continued charade. “And I was looking forward to a fun evening,” she quipped, with a pout, though it was quite clear she was in jest. She made a sound of disgust, though her face still showed amusement. “That bastard I pulled the knife on most definitely would have had his way with me,” she said. Her face took on a moment of rage, though it faded quickly, shifting back into the playful expression she had been feigning.
She listened carefully to Marth’s plan, nodding in agreement with her companion. It would work. She would procure a room from the barkeep, at which point she would head back over to the group of men, give them the map back, and keep up the charade that she would be spending the evening with Marth.
“It sounds like it will work well,” she said, leaning closer to him as his hand came to rest on her thigh, giving the illusion that she was nuzzling his neck. “I’ll see about getting us some rooms when I go to return the map,” she added, before pulling back away from him. Before she stood, she leaned forward, her chest pressed up against his, and pushed her lips against his in a quick kiss, meant to look teasing in nature. When she pulled back, she locked her gaze with his own for a brief moment, realizing full well that she hadn’t really needed to go that far. “Okay, on with it then” she said, quickly getting up off of his lap as though she had been reprimanded, and she quickly walked away without saying anything else.
She walked to the barkeep for a moment, having an inaudible conversation with him, which ended with her fishing some silver out of the satchel attached to her armor and laying them on the counter, and a set of keys being passed across to her. She looked mildly annoyed when she glanced back at Marth, but instead of heading back to him, she tucked the keys into her belt and made her way back over to the men. Borza stepped forward and addressed her.
“M’lady, I realized I’d never gotten your name,” he said, with a deep grin. Dalanesca flashed him a quick smile, before making a bit of a pouting face. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “My commander’s not going to let me go, not tonight,” she said, her cheeks flushing, and she shot a glance over her shoulder at Marth. “Say’s I’m all his and he’s not going to share.”
Borza made a bit of a face, but then offered her another smile. “A shame, dear, but at least you’re a good woman who listens to what she is told,” he added. She feigned a smile, but felt a brief moment of murderous rage towards him. “Sorry,” she said, and turned to walk away.
She paused, turning back around suddenly. “Oh, Borza!” she said, rushing back over. “I almost forgot. Um, during that.. Little altercation earlier,” she began, fumbling in her pockets. “I grabbed this off the floor. I, uh… I thought I had dropped it,” she said, purposely sounding a bit nervous. “Turns out, it’s not mine. Must belong to one of your men,” she said, handing the map to him. Borza eyed the map, and narrowed his eyes at her. “I see,” he said. He opened his mouth to speak once more, but Dalanesca had already begun to walk back to Marth.
She arrived back near Marth, still where she had placed him earlier. “Come on, we’re on the second floor,” she said. Assuming he followed her, she headed up the stairs to the room the barkeep had told her was available for her.
“Slight problem,” she said, turning to Marth but avoiding eye contact with him when they were outside the room. “The rest of the men snapped up the majority of the room, so we’ve got to share. Guess it’ll keep up the charade,” she said, with a nervous laugh as she unlocked the door. Upon entering, she frowned. She had been hopeful that the barkeep would have given her a room with two beds when she had mentioned it was for her and her commander… but apparently he too had seen the ‘show’ she had been putting on. The room had only one large bed, a sofa, and a table and chair.
She stepped inside along with Marth and looked at him. “It’ll do,” she said. It was inevitable that the two would end up sharing quarters at some point in their journey together - she just was hoping it would not have been the same night she had to put on such a ruse as she had earlier. She paused when she entered, contemplating how best to keep privacy in close quarters, realizing it just was not going to happen.
“I suppose you’ll want to get going early,” she said, still not looking at Marth. She undid the harness on her armor and pulled it off, laying it across the table. “And sorry,” she added. “About earlier, I mean,” she continued, in reference to the little act she had put on - particularly in how it ended.
Her back to him, she undid the stays on the sides of her chest plate and pulled that off as well, followed shortly by the reinforced leggings. Now in her attire of a tunic and loose leggings, she seemed to be checking the wound on her chest. She let out a bit of a hiss as the area was still a bit sore, and turned back to Marth.
“I’ll take the bed, if that’s okay?” she said. “Or the sofa, or whatever,” she said. She glanced at the bed, feeling considerably awkward. “No, my chest hurts. I’m taking the bed,” she said, giving him a grin. She stepped over to it and peeled off her leggings, her tunic coming down to cover her about mid thigh. She peeled back the blanket on the bed and climbed in, pulling it back over her. Lying on her side, her back to Marth, she lay in quiet contemplation for a moment. Eventually, she rolled over, looking as though he was removing the plate armor he had on. “The bed’s quite comfortable,” she said, and glanced at the unoccupied side. “It’s plenty big, too. You may as well use the other side, no sense in you being stiff from sleeping on a sofa. Won’t be much use if it comes to battle, will you?” she asked, and rolled over with her back to the empty space of the bed, no longer facing Marth, content to get a bit of rest, no matter how the situation ended.