Marian wished that she could perfectly read Robin's mind as he sat there with his cinnamon scroll. They understood each other so well, but sometimes Marian wanted a direct line to his every thought. Oh, perhaps, she didn't really want to hear that at all. Perhaps all she actually wanted was his response to things she refused to admit.
"Wounded pride felt like the least of my concerns," Marian assured Robin. "Especially when I was still covered in that demon's burns and blisters."