Much didn't even look up at first despite hearing a sudden movement in the same area. He wasn't sure it was real, it was almost like he couldn't tell what was and what wasn't. He'd just been in England and it had been strangely warm. Especially considering the usual climate, it had been almost kind despite what he was used to. And then this. Was this some kind of punishment for something he'd done? Bonchurch and Sherwood had been taken from him and he was left with a dark place he recognized as the forest, but didn't seem familiar with yet beyond that.
He was confused. Standing and turning finally, he spotted the tree house and crossed the distance toward it. Reaching out he placed a hand on the trunk and looked up at the craftsmanship. It'd lasted. Or was this another place in his warm world? No..there was a different feeling to it. Something he couldn't place.
There was a movement out of the corner of his eyes that caused him to look directly at Robin. The expression on is face was hard to read. For the first time since they'd been together, he wasn't sure what his master was thinking-or if he was really there at all. "Master?" Marian was with him. That sort of helped to solidify things for him a bit. He was still uncertain as he lowered his hand from the tree and carefully took a step toward them. Worry written all over his face. He was worried that maybe like Bonchurch Robin and Marian would also disappear.