Just like the child he still so often was. Firing back with the stubborn tone and the simple word 'no'. Honestly, sometimes it was like dealing with a very large and far too handsome for his own good two year-old.
Still, said two year-old was the man she'd fallen in love with. The one she'd promised to love with her dying breath. And she had, once already, and she was certain she would again. "I'm not angry, Robin," she replied, defeated. "I'm not. I'm terrified. That attitude of yours... No cares, no worries, going to be just fine... I nearly lost you today. I can face this world, with all of its new technologies, the strange science and culture, even the mass of people in this city. But I can't do it alone. Not without you. You scared me." Her hand clutched his almost desperately, and she still refused to cry, though if his vision were more clear, he could see the tears building at the corners of her eyelashes.