Marian chuckled softly at his teasing. "You are exactly right. If 'Someone' couldn't at least race me to the door, then she must wait." She was not impervious to his charms. Obviously by the rosie shade of her cheek. The occasional glance to his mouth, the private thought about the feel of them. Before catching herself, reminding herself that he was just out of surgery!
She was not so taken by his charms that she didn't notice how weariness was settling on him, now that the initial excitement of being able to see had worn off. She had started running things through her head that his compliment caught her by surprise. "That I don't. But if you want stories like that... well they'll have to be made up." Because it had been a long while. And for some reason she didn't like the idea of telling him tales of other men. "And after you've had some rest." With that resolve she stood up.
Marian stepped to the head of the bed, where the controls to lay it down were. She could at least help him get more comfortable. "I would say you have a very loyal friend there. I do not doubt he could sense your distress even at your angry barking at him. Stay sitting forward, I'll lower this, and then fluff your pillows, and get a spare for your arm." She did as she told him she would, shifting the pillow that had been at his back so that it would be more at his head, fluffing it for maximum comfort. Before she moved to a cabinet in the room that she knew held extra things.
"And if it's alright I'd like to sit with you while you sleep. I might have done more exploring and study than I should have, and it would set my mind at ease if I were able to look over and see your chest raise and fall every now and then." It didn't at all have to do with the first time Robin had gone, he had died. Or the second, how he had just vanished. And that if, maybe, she kept her eyes on him Edward wouldn't do the same. She nodded at the chair meant for visitors. "After I go clean up the deplorable mess I've left in the waiting room, of course."