He laughed softly, bemused, though it wasn't at her expense. "Are you kidding? I'll be honest, Marian. I would be more concerned if you said you weren't scared of those things. You aren't weak for admitting that. You're honest. Anyone who says they aren't afraid is simply putting on a front. And that's what puts other people in harms way." He knew that first hand.
"But we don't need to fear any of that." His tone was as sure as it was earnest. "We have each other, and that is what matters." He felt that with a certainty above all else. Together, anything was possible.
"Going to that camp was quite...enlightening." That word alone didn't seem strong enough. "But, I have yet to meet anyone brought back from the dead." His tone, and expression, were questioning, at her words. Just what did she mean by that? Gisborne, perhaps? She'd mentioned he'd died, but given who it was Robin had given that little thought.