He was looking forward to this more than was probably warranted, but aside from Laura, he'd had no one to spar with here. And that had been something he and the lads had done every day. Mostly, it was because they needed the work. But it had been a way to occupy the down times, too. Robin had never been good at sitting still. Cas had offered the other day as well, so once Sam was back on his feet, that was something else he could look forward to. He wanted to see just how good he was with a bow.
Anita had said she'd go for a run first, so he'd gotten to the archery range as the sun was starting to rise. Katie had had he and Marian awake anyway. He had to wonder how long she'd quit wanting to wake every few hours. It didn't bother him too much, he'd always been a light sleeper, and his dreams had only ever helped that along, but Marian needed sleep too.
Sitting with his back against the leg of one of the wooden benches with his booted feet stretched out in front of him, Robin focused on sharpening the points of some arrows with his dagger, as he waited for Anita to arrive. He had his hood up to keep some of the chill in the air at bay. His bow and quiver rested on the bench beside him, along with his sword. The Saracen blade had been sharpened by Laura at Christmas, and he'd had no call to use it, since then.
So focused on what he was doing, when he heard movement behind him his hand tightened on the dagger, before his thoughts caught up with him, and reminded him where he was.
Adding the arrow still in his hand to the small pile beside him, he got to his feet, turning to face the new arrival. "Nice run?" He asked, glancing at the swords she'd put down.