"Thank you." Robin smiled appreciatively. His shoulders had slackened, the tenseness of his storytelling draining out as he was pulled from the past to the unusual present by her words. "Things will be righted, my men and I aim to make sure of it -- doing what we can until the King returns." His subtle smile spread into more of a grin as a likeness dawned on him. "We're not so far off from wolves, perhaps. Being outlawed, we do live in the woods, like your wolves. And my men are of the loyal sort, I trust them with my life.. not unlike a wolf's pack, right?"
Robin drew his legs up and rested his arms on his his kneecaps. "Thank you again for sharing your meal. With the insanity of this place... I hadn't paid much attention to my appetite."