The truth was, she wasn't disappointed in him. Hurt over his inability to open up to him. Scared that he was falling apart and there was nothing she could do to help. Worried for their future if they couldn't work through this. But not disappointed. She so desperately wished she could take back the knowledge of what she knew, of the things she'd read of the time she'd been gone. But maybe it was better that she'd found out. Someone had to work him through this.
She just hoped it could be her.
"Just fine," she chirped, the lie evident in her tone but she wasn't able to act, not around him. She could present a false nature to others, as evidenced by how long she'd hidden her secret life from Guy and the Sheriff both. But not Robin, who knew her better than anyone. But she didn't have it in her to add to his hurts. Or even to admit what she'd so strongly suspected. It was only about three weeks and she'd read stress could cause that to happen.
And who was more stressed lately than this couple?
"Hmm? I think so. He may have just gone out for a bit, the blankets are still there." Possibly to go check on Lydia or, unfortunately, Cas.