His gaze lifted from his work of bandaging her hand when she spoke softly. Eyes met, but he said nothing. She had no idea not only how true those words were, but how many times he'd heard them. Though when he'd last been in England, comments about the change in the Lord of Locksley hadn't been said with such reverence. Still, those who worried about the darkness that began to cloud his virtues might have some hope rekindled upon seeing Robin's interaction with Marian.
His five years fighting in the Holy Land had changed him first, into a man that Marian tolerated at best. Nearly losing her had forced Robin to face the feelings he'd previously ignored and began the transition to the more tender Earl of Huntington that she wondered about now. Losing her for good had been the change those close to him feared. It called his moral code into question, little to nothing was off limits when it came to avenging his lost love. Her return, as mysterious as it might be, was pulling him back from a perilous edge.
His eyes dropped back down as he finished off his work and he took a step back when her hand pulled away. "For what it's worth, at least it will be easy to tend to your hand in this place." He turned his head around to follow her gaze as she mentioned the hour. It wasn't the dark nor the cold walk he dreaded -- simply letting her out of his sight made Robin's stomach turn. What if she disappeared? What if he never found his way back? What if the City moved her as easily as it had brought her here?
Then there was the matter of Gisborne. But Robin had gotten into and out of tougher situations than this.
"Enough light to see me back to the cave." Semantics, but home was not a camp in the middle of this city of metal and glass. Home was England. Home was being with Marian. He sought out his belongings, shouldering both the quiver and bow before his cloak, now dry thanks to the roaring fire, flared out as he covered himself with the heavy hooded garment. "Good night, Marian." The parting words were soft and resigned. Robin was placing stock in the remote possibility that his sullen departure might pluck at a hidden heartstring or two. But the City and Mother Nature appeared to be at Robin's side to aid him in making a case to stay. For as he opened the door, the gusting winds blew the rising snow drift outside to spill in at his feet. "Good Lord!" The sky had darkened as they spoke and the snow had also deepened. Waist level, Robin's wide-eyes of surprise quickly turned from staring at the snow about his booted feet back to Marian.