Tuck extricated himself from the car and leaned into the backseat to help Robin out of the car too. "It's alright," he echoed Marian's words. "Let's just get you upstairs, alright?"
Robin's mind caught up with him, and he nodded, letting Marian and Tuck help him out of the backseat and up into the Fox. The stairs were brutal, but he managed them.
Once Robin was safely inside the apartment, he grunted, "wanna take a bath." He was so gross. He'd been lying in dirt and grit, and he was all over bloody. Warm water would feel so good on his sore muscles. "Then reckon you'll have to clean out some wounds." He would need things cleaned and disinfected and bandaged up.
"We're up to the task," Tuck nodded. "What do you reckon, Mar. You want to handle the bath, and I'll make some tea and some soup? You'll need something in your belly, Rob."