He could not begin to fathom all of the knowledge and tales that surrounded them. Had Marian read any of them? How long had she been here, for that matter?
Robin turned to ask her, and froze. At first, he had distantly noted that her clothes were different, but he had not truly seen them. Now that he did, he was rendered momentarily speechless. She had worn a few dresses with low necklines before, but not quite this low-- nor had the top fastenings on those been undone. But that was nothing compared to her skirt. The thing stopped above her knees, leaving her legs exposed down to her feet, which were covered by some frivolous-looking, yet oddly appealing, shoes. She had to be wearing some sort of stockings, but they were sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination.
He realized he was gaping, but it still took him a moment to drag his eyes back to her face. Finally getting a hold on himself, he cleared his throat, unable to hold back a slow grin.