He didn't mind the company. If there was one thing Much had very little experience in, it was private time. As a servant he spent his days with the others in the servants quarters, even if he'd wanted his own room that was never allowed. He wouldn't even try to ask for one. And then with the lads the camp was so close together that they might as well be living in the same room, it wasn't exactly private either. At least however, they could tell by the others moods that one didn't want to talk. Well, most of them could. Much always did have trouble keeping his mouth shut. Yet right now it seemed as easy as breathing.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable, just sad. The last thing he wanted to do was think on a world without his master and best friend. What had happened that he couldn't protect him from? He nearly broke down again, but he refused as long as she stayed there. Part of him was annoyed by that fact and the other was grateful. Her familiar voice broke the silence and he looked up numbly, simply listening for a while. As if words still fought him.
Then finally he spoke again. "I always worry about him." He added in a poor attempt at humor. "Never listens, always reckless." His voice was quiet, but there was a sad sort of amusement to it. In all the years he'd known Robin, this might have been the first time he was alone with Marian. Robin was always there with them. He should have been there now. Much was rather angry with him at that moment.