"She might even allow you to ride on her back." Marian smiled at her. "There are quite a few children here, now. I'm sure you could give the smaller ones rides still, if you had the want." She had known. And after a few moments she'd connected the dots. Robin, the future Robin, had come from around the same time. But still, Marian gave her an impish smile. "I'm from 1192."
She nodded and then chuckled. "Well, if you'd like all your plants to die, of course I could try. But I'm afraid I am forever cursed with the ideals that if it is within one's means to help others, then you should do so at your very best ability." Though she hardly lived by that at the moment. Which is why she felt caged. There was little she could do.