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Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in wariscoming,

Robin kept an eye on Much as they began walking. The sooner they were back and Much was in dry clothes, the less worried he'd be. He wasn't blind to Much's fear of storms, despite the fact that he'd never spoken of it.

"We can just get some more if it is. It's only wood, Much. It doesn't matter." Much getting out of the rain mattered. Making sure his burnt hand was okay mattered. Robin didn't care about the wood.

They hadn't gone much further when Robin saw something in the grass at his feet. Reaching down, he picked up Much's cloth hat. "See? What did I tell you?" He twisted the soggy material, and the water dripped out of it. "Good as new." He looked amused as he said it. Grass stained and filthy. But otherwise fine.