"I suppose I will." Though when that might be was anyone's guess. He was foolishly letting himself believe he had all the time in the world, now. Even if deep down he was able to remind himself he'd been sent back once already. Or some version of him.
He took a few steps ahead of her when she stopped in the clearing, looking up and around them, ending up facing in her direction. "It is a beautiful place." No one could deny that, he was sure. The dappled sunlight filtering through the branches reminded him of Sherwood, where he had spent so much time playing as a child. When things had been simpler. "I think Marian would like it here too."