Marion had started gathering up her utensils and such, clearing her spot before Duncan announced that he and his men would probably be retiring for the night since they had an early start and all. She was about to stand with her bowl and utensils in hand before he turned to her and asked if she wished to depart and walk with him towards the barn. She felt a bit nervous but since she wanted to go that way anyway it would be silly to refuse. She gave a soft nod and a shy smile, "I would like that very much," she answered. She helped gather the rest of the bowls and such from the men and headed to the washbin with the help of her sister and mother. Her mother gave her a kind smile and shooed her away so she may get out of washing the dishes and walk with Duncan as he had suggested.<br/><br/>She gave her mother a bright grin in return and mouthed a thank you before she turned on her heels and quickly headed out of the house to where Duncan was waiting just outside. She felt a bit nervous, being truly alone in his presence for the first time, it was made clear by her keeping her eyes downcast to the ground and her hands fiddling with the fabric of her shawl. When he suggested a short walk she gave a nod, she was quite curious about her husband-to-be so she stayed quiet and allowed him to continue. Her Father told her not to speak unless spoken to or asked a question so she was doing just as her father advised. When he pointed out that she probably hadn't enjoyed the idea of an arranged marriage with someone she hadn't even met before she had to hold back a snort that threatened to expose her true thoughts. She had hated the idea at first, though now that he was there in person, it didn't seem as bad as she had once thought. She was relieved to hear he had a similar stance on the matter. She listened to his stories quietly, glancing up at him once in a while so he knew she was indeed listening. She actually found their ways to be kind of interesting and very different, especially the part about women being held at such a high place whereas women in the lowlands were merely used to make more strong men run each household, having little purpose outside child-giving and household duties like cooking and cleaning. She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle alongside him as he spoke of being a bit of a handful as a child, she could completely believe that.<br/><br/>As he came to a stop she too stopped and faced him, no longer feeling as nervous so she was looking up at him, engrossed with his stories and such. She gave her head a shake at the bow, the only thing close to a weapon she could wield was a mere stitching needle. She pressed her lips together as he suggested possibly teaching her if she wanted, she thought it would be so amazing to be able to feel like a warrior for even a moment instead of some silly farm girl, "I would like that very much," she replied. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, trying to figure out what to say. "Well...me life ain't nearly as interesting as yours," she pointed out, "I usually go out in the harvest season with me sister and pick all the food crop and if there are no chores left in the day I take out me big draft and go on trail through the forest nearby." She had no idea what to say "We don't hold women so highly in the lowlands, we are never to use weapons and are not allowed to run household, we must have a husband before leaving out birth home and if a husband passes we must go back or remarry immediately," she hated the thought of having to remarry immediately after losing a lover but in the lowlands that was the way it must be so she wouldn't question it.