And Marian could tell that Robin was telling the truth, that he didn't hold any anger towards her for any of the things she'd done, for the whole confusing mess of it.
And it was that clear love for her that Robin had, and the kiss on her head, and the understanding that made her know she wanted to get it all out so that it might stop eating her alive.
"Rob, the first time that we-" Phrasing, how to phrase, what to say... "I'm the one who started it with Malcolm," she admitted, voice steady. "He didn't take me by the arm and force me into bed with him. He told me he would wait as long as it took for me to want him, to love him. And he- one day he said he had to go for a few days, on 'business'." Marian found Robin's hands with her own and as she held them her thumbs moved nervously over his warm skin. "And I was scared that the demon might come back when I was alone there, and I was scared that maybe he leaving to come after you all so- I kissed him. I took him to bed. I chose to do that. We could have lived in that house the whole time without ever having sex, but I started it and I didn't make any attempt to stop it." She tightened her grip on Robin's hands. "But it didn't mean anything," she promised. "I just- I thought that was my life now, that it would just be me and him forever. And I didn't even- you couldn't call it unfaithful anyway, because you and me were- I don't know what you are me even were, but I didn't think I would be with you again even if I did somehow escape. Not that I tried to escape."