"Oh, I have an idea how clever you are," she said, a hint of teasing in her voice. Because few knew him as well as she did, even if he was a few years ahead of what she knew of him. He was able to outwit most around him and, despite his tender age, was smart enough to stand his own at court against the older nobles.
Her expression softened, however, when he told her she looked like her mother. Though young Robin couldn't know how it would affect her, it sent a wave of warmth through her. She remembered so little about her mother that knowing she shared a connection with her helped immensely. "You saw her the other day, did you?" she asked, smiling up at him. He looked so much like the man he would soon become.
"When you saw her, did she happen to have a tiny girl following her around?" she asked, amusement tinging her tone. "Remember, I did tell you you wouldn't believe me. But that little girl? Is me." She paused, waiting. Waiting for what, she wasn't sure. He'd argue with her, call her crazy, call out for help. Something. But she'd just told him the truth and there wasn't much else she could do.