Speak of a suitor and one should appear. Guy had been there a while of course. He unlike her hadn't taken to the modern fashions as well and was still the man in black people had so feared back in Nottingham. It was him, it had always been him and he didn't feel inclined to change that here. But being here was entirely reasonable in his opinion. Marian had given him enough of a hint that obviously she wanted to see him. Oh he was no fool. He'd lost, she hated him and why not, she'd lost her life to him and a jealousy induced madness that had ruined what remained of his. As he'd told Meg, he had destroyed Marian, and Robin had sought only revenge. It would have been right, an escape from the demons in his dreams, the demons that came at night and called him a murderer, a betrayer of his own heart. But when it had come to it, time for Gisborne to die, Robin had been merciful. Mercy... he'd never have shown him mercy.
But that wasn't important was it. Not now, not here with the love of his life before him. His Marian. She pulled her clothing tighter around her as if cold and he so very badly wanted to take her in his arms. Keep her safe as he had once been able to. But not now. Not anymore of course. Now he may well have been the cause of it.
"Marian." he said simply as he stepped around into her view. He was not going to sneak up on her. He would not do that to her. But god above, seeing her. She was beautiful as she had been in Acre, radiant even. But she looked sad about something, and now of course wary. Of course she would be. Why would she not be wary of him. But he had never wanted that, he had never wanted her to feel that. But from their conversations it seemed like maybe she could still see some good in him.
"Might we talk?" he asked, watching her from a little distance away, dark eyes waiting to meet hers.