"I know," he acknowledged. "But that's hard when I don't know how long it will take." For his arm to heal, for the pain to stop. For a lot of things. "I'm sorry for losing my temper. Particularly at you. I did not mean that."
And it was easy enough to say all of that. But did it change anything? Could he just shrug and say it would be fine and stop feeling the way he did? He wasn't so sure. He smiled slightly when she teased him on his stubbornness. "We'll, I'm not always stubborn you know." Just often.
"I was so sure I was going to die." His voice was quiet as he kept speaking, and he wasn't really looking at her. "I think Much was convinced of it too." There had been no end to the other mans fretting. Laying there lost in his feverish thoughts and dreaming of Locksley, of Marian back at home, lost to him forever, there wasn't much he could hope for. "And this time..." He shrugged. It had seemed fairly similar, really. He'd grown rather accustomed to the feeling.