He set aside his quiver and sword, as he had done with his bow, before sitting on the couch, laughing at what she said. "I'm sure you're right about that." He knew he couldn't live like that. He was too used to constantly moving, fighting, running. Whatever it was, it was never sitting still.
"He died?" Robin asked, eyebrows rising in surprise. He wondered when that had happened. And whether he had been responsible. He was exceedingly gladdened to learn that she hadn't seen him. That she was speaking of him in a negative light, even.
"Thanks." He took the glass from her, and nearly choked on the first sip when she spoke again. "Lancelot and Morgana? You mean, from Camelot?" It shouldn't have surprised him, really. Not when they had apparently been transported so far in to the future. And yet it did. Thornton had read him stories of King Arthur and Camelot when he was a boy.