"No need to thank me, sending you out would make me responsible for whatever trouble or illness you might fall into. Much easier to tolerate you one night than several weeks of recovery." She quipped back at him, setting that tender moment into something more humored. There was an odd feeling when he looked at her that way, he made her a bit self conscious...and she was not entirely sure it was a bad feeling.
He stripped himself of cloak and weaponry, she turned and headed back into the interior of the small dwelling. Stopping as if frozen when he spoke of her being alone. Already she was bristling and ready to turn on him for his insinuation of her needing protection. Smart as he was he anticipated and clarified his statement. It mollified her enough to take the edge of those tightly held shoulders. She covered her own reaction by continuing to move into the kitchen, taking time now to open the cupboards in search of tea and a kettle.
"We have weathered the worst that came to Nottingham, this place may be harsh or odd... but in the end we are fighters Robin. It is what we do and how we survive, this is perhaps only a new challenge."