Marian didn't even try and hide the roll of her eyes. He brought it on himself, really. He wasn't tired but he looked ready to pass out at any moment. Sure. "Maybe not," she argued, her tone growing irritated. "But rest will help your body heal. And I'm pretty sure that's something we both want." Robin Hood. The legendary Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest, unable to use his bow? He might be able to manage a sword, he could do that with one hand. But the bow required strength as much as skill. If he wasn't able to do so...
All of her annoyance fled at the thought. Being taken from something he loved so much? She was a horrible person, being angry at him at a time like this. She bowed her head, allowing her hair to cover her face so he couldn't see her cry. "I'm sorry," she whispered, wanting nothing more than to take his misery away and knowing there was nothing she could do to help him.