There had been so much swirling around them all, Little John had had little time to catch up with Marian, thankful that she had returned and could get Robin to get his head out of his arse. His mood while strikingly determined had tempered a little with her return. That was good for all of them, but he still had some work ahead.
He put his big arms out and circled her into a hug. "Little Redwood," He said with a loving squeeze. He was a tree compared to her small form, but he wanted her to know he had greatly missed her presence, she was a reed in a sea of oak trees. She never bent when they all came crashing down in the wind.