"It's not a terrible idea, Art, if it didn't mean he was tied to us for ever." Robin watched Marian then, and when she said she trusted him, he could feel his chest warm. She trusted him, even after everything. The things she had been through, and what he had put her through, and she trusted him.
"And I won't do nothing to break that, milady," he said, rising to cross to her. "Can I hug you?"