The second Marian came into his (limited) view, Robin was smiling at her. God, she was beautiful. Even when she had just been going about daily chores, she was the most gorgeous woman in the world to him. "Hey," he croaked, his voice fond and loving. "Feeling a little better. Awake anyway. Need a slash somethin' terrible. Can you help me?" He wasn't altogether thrilled he needed help to the toilet, but there was nothing for it. His legs were uninjured, apart from bruising, but he was dizzy and he had been lying flat for a long time. He would have the coordination of a newborn foal, which was very odd for someone like Robin.