Nothing but a pretty face.

Sienna was sitting in the pavilion, looking down at her hands.

Marshall was hanging around.

Sienna looked distant, her face pale and eyes red from crying.

He noticed Sienna. She looekd upset.

Sienna was wearing thick woolen tights and a long jumper on today. Most unlike her.

"Sienna?" he asked, moving over to her.

Sienna flinched away, looking at him with wide eyes before relaxing into a soft smile. "Oh, Marshall...it's you..."

"Just me," he said, sitting down enxt to her.

"No!" Sienna smiled. "That's a good thing!"

He smiled.

"What's up?" he asked gently, bringing a hanky out of his pocket.

Sienna shrugged. "Not much actually...for you?"

"Dullness."

Sienna blinked and looked away. Dull. That's what he'd called her...right before- Sienna squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head, trying not to think about it.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, putting an arm around her.

Sienna flinched slightly. "Y-yeah...I'm fine..." she blushed, opening her eyes.

He smiled, friendly.

"I'm not so sure."

"Really, Marshall, I'm fine!"

"Okay," Marsh said. "Sure."

Sienna sighed, looking away.

"So, you here for a reason?"

Sienna shrugged. "I like it here...you?"

"Yeah, same."

"I might do some practise..."

"Mind if I tag along?"

"Of course not!"