She blushed at the mention of marriage, then pushed away from his arms to stare at him. “Wh-what do you mean? How is that possible? You’re so handsome! How do all the ladies here not — ” She stopped, turning away, embarrassed by her outburst.
A faint blush tainted his cheeks as he slowly shook his head. “First of all — I’m an orphan. While a lot of the women here think that’s a sad and cute tale, it hardly makes me marriage material. They seem to think I’m broken, or some such nonsense.” He shook his head in disapproval, before he smiled. “But thank you for the praise.”
She stared at him for a moment, before forcing her gaze away. “I don’t wish to put you out of your bed,” she said instead. “If I could just use the blankets in the saddlebags, I’ll make myself a pallet on the floor.”