Maybe he didn't want her to see this part of him, but she needed to. And no, the circumstances weren't the best. But whether he could say it or not, she knew he loved her. There was no question about her loving him. This was a part of his life and it might not have been his favorite part, but it was one she needed to see. In order to truly know him, she needed to see the soldier, the fighter. Not just the one stealing and tricking to stand up for England, but the one who had killed in the name of their King.
She fought not to roll her eyes at his comment about her getting hurt. When would he learn? Her life meant nothing if she didn't spend it standing up for those who were important to her. It was who she was. If she sat back and did nothing and he ended up seriously injured, she couldn't live with herself.
"You don't have to deal with this," she insisted, looking pleadingly up at him. "I can't do it for you. You know that. I can't see him, I can't touch him. But...Robin, you can. Don't let him have this power over you." Though her mother couldn't join her due to Marian's insistence that Robin's place stay free of all ghosts, she could still feel that comforting presence, that warmth that insisted she was with her. It was new and different and she liked it.
The hand on his knee drifted up to cup his cheek, her fingers running lightly over the soft scruff that proved his appearance was the furthest thing from his mind. And she loved him regardless. "Robin. You're not alone. You never have to be alone again, not here. You understand that, don't you? Whatever happens, we face it together."