[Of course he's not where she told him to wait; travelling companions never are. Never mind that this Marsh hasn't yet gone travelling with Iris; always wander off is still apparently rule one in the Companions' Handbook or something.
She could have brought her dogs, but she's known Marsh a long time now, and tracking him with dogs, however well intentioned, isn't ever going to be a thing. Instead she runs a DNA trace from her sonic corkscrew and, when she has him located, goes and parks herself within sight and earshot, not looking in his direction.]
Oh bugger, 'e wandered off after all. I'll never get through all this chocolate on me own.
[She has a box of Maltesers, several bags of assorted funsize candy bars and one of chocolate-covered marshmallows. She's just going to sit here and nibble Maltesers with every appearance of intense, unfeigned pleasure.]
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She could have brought her dogs, but she's known Marsh a long time now, and tracking him with dogs, however well intentioned, isn't ever going to be a thing. Instead she runs a DNA trace from her sonic corkscrew and, when she has him located, goes and parks herself within sight and earshot, not looking in his direction.]
Oh bugger, 'e wandered off after all. I'll never get through all this chocolate on me own.
[She has a box of Maltesers, several bags of assorted funsize candy bars and one of chocolate-covered marshmallows. She's just going to sit here and nibble Maltesers with every appearance of intense, unfeigned pleasure.]