While not as angry as she had been with Robin in the past, this time there was indeed much more bafflement involved, she was still not pleased. The whole of the situation was perplexing and she could not see how any of it made sense. It was like some badly told story that was filled with questions more than answers. He pulled back and she remained, kneeling, her palms resting on her thighs. She nodded, and then turned to stoke the fire, adding another log out of sheer want of something to give her purpose.
She'd wounded him with her questioning..but what else could she do? Faced with the fact that he had informed her that rather than a marriage bed it was her death bed, rather than beginning a life together hers had ended. He had run away from their engagement once before, to go and fight in the Crusades to begin with. Upon his return he'd spent his time running due to his outlaw status, he could have played along with things and had her for a wife in short order. But he had to have things always his way, Robin Hood, the great savior of the people and beloved by all.
And still he did not regret it? How could he not? In one day, in the space of a few hours she had found out she had died, her father had died and she had been married. All of this happening without her knowledge. "Good night Robin." She rose and moved for the door at the far side of the room, the only other door of the quarters. She vanished within and returned with a blanket and pillow, offering each to him. "With luck the storm will have passed by morning and then things....things will be better." She turned to head back to the other room, not having said a word back to his emotional utterance.