"I'll ask," Marian said, frowning over at Will and his fucked up leg. (God, if he died maybe he could at least have a chance to get out of here. Marian knew she shouldn't even think like that.)
"I don't know how long this good mood of his is going to last, or how long me just behaving will be enough for him." She looked up at the bars of her own cell and shuddered, remembering the way the Sheriff had pressed himself up against her. "I don't want to get chained up by my wrists again."
But Tuck was freaking out, and it didn't leave Marian much in the way of options. "Tuck," she told him firmly, trying to get him just to take a deep breath. "I'm going to Will medication, no matter what, okay?"
She shoved a fistful of broccoli into her mouth and then nodded, as though psyching herself up. Then she stood and turned to walk up the stairs. At the top she knocked insistently against the door in a way she hoped was firm but not too demanding.