"I would be if she'd been smart enough to stay away." She didn't belong there. She'd all but said that to him. And sure, he'd seen how good she'd been with a crossbow, but that didn't mean a lot fighting in close quarters. He'd had to develop his skill with a sword for that reason. Then again, not a lot Marian said right now was something he'd agree with. He was too angry, now. Anger was preferable to fear. So he pushed the latter aside in favour of the first.
He didn't respond to that. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to keep snapping at her. None of this was her fault. He could feel the pain in his arm growing. Everywhere, really. But he didn't more of whatever was making him feel so strange.