The smile that Marian gave to Art was slight and tired. Maybe if he'd been around when they were discussing it last time, it would have been good for her to have someone who didn't think it was the worst idea, someone who didn't instantly jump to what a monster she was for even thinking it. But maybe she was lucky he wasn't. Maybe Marian didn't need that encouragement.
And she couldn't not think of how much work Will had done so that she didn't have to come back to see that place after her own imprisonment, instead turning it into something beautiful. He had turned a horrible holding cell that Marian couldn't stop pacing and guilting about, into a home for their lost friend. Will had done such a good thing. They'd all seen so much of walled rooms, even if most of Marian's had only been implied.
She turned back to look at Robin and said, "I trust you." She could hear the tiredness in her voice, her the tight layer of fear even as she told the truth. She knew Robin would do everything he could for them, but it was always possible it wouldn't be enough.