She'd never seen the man so quiet. It actually scared her a little. Whatever was troubling him was serious. And that worried her even more. Now she had two of them to worry over and that? Well, that just wasn't fair. She wasn't cut out for that.
"That he is," she agreed, a small smile on her face. "Part of why I fell in love with him. He was never afraid of anything." He'd been exactly what the little motherless girl had needed. Someone to drag her out of her shell, to teach her to channel that restless energy that Sir Edward had never quite known what to do with. There was no mother to teach her to be a proper lady, though the other women of the court did try. No, Marian had needed someone like Robin. Someone who didn't care about her money or whether or not she was going to grow into the beauty her mother had been. All he'd cared about was whether she could shoot a bow or if she'd be able to learn to ride astride.
"I'm just afraid that this place isn't enough for him. He's so used to fighting. The Holy Land, England... I can't keep him happy." Which was a sobering thought, but an honest one. Her love alone wasn't going to keep the fiery mess that was her husband content. Not a man who'd only recently been stealing from rich travelers and setting the Sheriff up for a fall around every turn. He'd fought so long and so hard and now that they had a chance at a normal life, maybe it wasn't what he wanted.