For the second time in days, Will's thoughts strayed unbidden to a tousle-haired boy charging Robin from behind, throwing his arms around his namesake's knees and shrieking delightedly as Rob collapsed in feigned defeat. I beat you! I beat you! Now I get to join!
They'd doted on Robert, all of them. A whole bevy of ageless uncles to teach him to hunt and shoot, to teach him raucous ballads thad had made his mother cringe. To fill his head with foolish, fearless dreams that led only to ruin.
"I-is she..." Will started without thinking, then pulled himself up with an apologetic look. "Sorry. It's probably a stupid question. Just... I don't know how it works, with two immortals. Is she mortal?"