There was something wrong, something she probably wasn't supposed to pry for. Maybe he'd already talked to Robin about it, maybe he was waiting up to do so. She'd have to respect that. There were some things he wouldn't talk to her about. It had been like pulling teeth getting some topics out of Robin and even now, he was hesitant to bring them up. Much would likely be the same way.
They fell into a silence, but she wouldn't leave him. Not yet. Not when he was hurting. She wouldn't do it to Robin and she wouldn't do it to him, either. They were a family, now, whether any of them had expected it or not. So she sat there, staring into the darkness as well. "I worry about him," she admitted after a few minutes, speaking out of the blue. Well. If anyone could understand her fears where Robin was concerned, it was Much, wasn't it? "Not the way I did back home. I worried all the time there. I just...I feel like he's not settling." It was probably bad when the happiest she'd seen her husband in a long time was after slaying a dragon. She knew he missed feeling useful. But it didn't ease her fears any.
Much hadn't asked to be her sounding board. He'd probably been quite content to be alone. But some things needed to be said. And he was the one person she knew who might truly understand. The one person who loved Robin as much as she did. She knew others cared for him. He had his little group of friends, Peter and Cas and Andy and a handful of others. He had Lydia. But none of them knew the bonds that fighting for Nottingham, for England itself, could create between people. Not like she and Much and Robin all did.