Tuck knew he looked ghastly. He was still far too pale, and he had lost weight so his face was slightly sunken. The scratch marks on his neck stood out brightly, red against the pale pink of his skin. His little hat betraying that he was still so, so cold.
But Robin was here. Robin. Tuck had forgotten that being in Robin's presence sometimes could feel like standing in the sunshine.
He reached out a hand to their leader, a gentle smile on his tired face. "I'm so glad you both came," he said with feeling. "Robin, are you alright?"