Everything about the night was ideal, it didn't take alot of effort to prove so. Marcus had you in his arms while they basked in the afterglow of the event, entagled in the body heat of one another as they regained composure. It took everything in him not to possess a generous amount of worry about your state, so delicate and fragile. He couldnt bare the sight of your unwell, but oh did it bring him much honour at the thought of him causing such vulnerability in you- He craddled your cheek in one of his coarse Palms. "Do you need any anodyne?" He inquired calmly whilst leaning in to your puffy face.