He automatically put a hand on her arm when she stood, because for a moment it looked like she was going to topple forward. Once he'd decided she wasn't going to end up on her stomach, he took the tray from her. "I doubt we can talk about this now." Not without arguing.
"I've met plenty of difficult situations before. I've always dealt with them. I've always had to." His position had always made it necessary. Captain of the King's guard, leader of the outlaws, or Lord of Locksley. It had been dictated that he had to manage it. And now, here? It was as though being in Ridgeway had robbed him of his ability to handle these things.