He was admittedly (if only to himself) a bit nervous. Not at meeting his son, but at seeing him with Marian and knowing that they were both in his life, but not in the way he wished. That it could never be in that way. And despite the fact that he was doing all he could to distract himself from that, the truth of it was he was heartbroken. Luckily, the nervousness was outweighed by his excitement, so as he got to the park, it was easier to focus on that rather than the alternative.
He stood not far from a rather tall tree, waiting for her. He didn't know if she had somewhere in particular she'd wanted to meet, she'd only said the park, and he didn't want to dwell on such trivial things anyway. He'd left his sword and his bow and quiver back at the apartment, not feeling the need to have them with him here, but he still had the dagger tucked in to his boot. He'd meant for Marian to keep the dagger he had left her with, and he hoped she did. The ring she still wore, though on a chain around her neck, meant far more to him left with her than it would if he had taken it back. His Mother had always meant for him to give it to the woman he would marry, the one who had his heart. And as he'd told her, Marian would always hold claim to a large part of his.