He didn't need to look to see who had come in, didn't need to hear her words. He should have known, had known, if he were honest, that nothing he'd said would have kept her away, now. She was the most stubborn person he had ever known.
"Don't." He requested when she spoke, his voice a bit hoarse from disuse. The way she said it sounded too much like pity, and she was the last person he wanted pity from. Let alone from anyone else. He didn't take his eyes off the other person in the room, even as he spoke to her. He couldn't. Especially now that she was here. Whatever happened to him could be dealt with, he could handle. But if anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
As he continued to watch the ghostly figure, he moved out of the doorway where he'd been standing, taking a few steps forward, toward Marian. Then he looked over at Robin and smiled. "She is very beautiful, your english woman," he taunted in arabic, and despite himself Robin felt his ire rising. He looked over at Marian, his gaze pleading. "Please go, Marian."