Marian took a piece of the chocolate and said, "thank you," because it was important to be polite to the person who held your life in their hands. The shock of sweetness might have been too much for her, if she hadn't already been eating the oranges as she cut them up.
There was a very large part of Marian that wanted to start making demands and complaints: Let them go! Don't you dare touch them again! You're a monster! But Marian forced it to remain silent and sleeping.
There was one thing that kept coming back to her lips, and that was harder to keep behind them. If I thought I could trust you, that Marian told them, then I would trade my freedom for theirs.
But even if he want for that deal, she didn't think he'd ever stop hunting her boys.
God, she wished Robin was here. She squeezed her lips together tightly but her eyes were blurring with tears anyway. God, all she wanted was for Robin to wrap his arms around her, to tell her that she was brave and that he loved her and that she was making the right choices. She wanted Robin to look at her like he once did, like she meant everything to him.
But Robin was in jail, and it had been a long time since Robin had looked at her like that anyway.
She turned her back on the Sheriff to hide her tears, pretending to rearrange the food on the plates instead.