Even if he was fast enough to save her from falling over, he wouldn't have. That was not who he was but at least he had the decency to move over and pick her up and in that moment he simply stared at her face for a long time. The last thing he could do was leave her in his office, he decided to carry her over to his own home which was a short distance past the main town and within eye sight of the church and its graveyard. As he passed he glanced to the tomb and saw it was unmoved before he was entering his old home. The table was littered with bottles, luckily it was not filthy but it was clear the home had not seen a feminine touch in a long time.<br/><br/>She was laid to rest in his former son's bedroom, the last thing he did before closing the door was the removal of her boots. The Marshall left the house and did not return until the night, slept, redressed and left before morning. He allowed her to sleep through the entire night and day if she needed it, it seemed like she had not slept in ages if he had to gauge by the look of her hair and face.<br/><br/>He was back in his office that morning, sipping down a boiling hot mug of coffee. The deputies ribbed at him to talk about the person they had seen him with the day before but as always they got nothing. It was Sunday and soon he was walking to the church during mass with a handful of flowers. The man was not one of faith, but he knelt at a tombstone and listened to the feint echoes of the priest as he returned to his thoughts. A few minutes later he placed the flowers across the two graves and walked away before anyone could see him.