“That can’t be right,” Will replied with a shake of his head, he doubted that Marian could have been blamed for everything, she was far too busy to clear up their own messes to start one of her own, besides she was far too kind to be on anyone’s bad side. “I wouldn’t worry, I’m sure he’ll find something to keep him busy, that if he doesn’t turn up here himself,” the thought made him cringe uncomfortably, no matter what else this place might have been, it was at least a break from that snake in man’s clothing. Will had seen the suffering the other man had caused first hand and he wasn’t about to forget it anytime soon.
“Oh sure you don’t,” Will replied with a wink to the other. He was hardly blind to whatever was going on between the two of them. There was a reason why the lads had a habit of calling them Mum and Dad behind their backs. “and little John is actually part Giant,”
“Amen,” Will replied genuinely. The lot of them were lucky really despite how difficult things could get for them, they still had plenty of people they could turn to between the Friar and the other Nottingham citizens, it was clear that the people had Robin’s side. “It was the least me and little John could do, you know that,” he shrugged. Will owed who he was now to both Marian and Robin, before them he had been nothing, he hadn’t even had a family before them. “Whichever you think will be more amusing” he replied already beaming knowing that he was already far too invested in the story.
Whether or not she was to blame - she's not - Marian still can't help but feel some guilt, can’t help but to feel slightly responsible, for getting Will stuck here. "It feels true." Even worse, this isn’t a mess she can clean up. “Is it wrong that I hope he does?” she asks, absentmindedly twisting a strand of her hair. Though Marian has absolutely no desire to see that man again (and from the looks of things, neither does Will), the Sheriff would be powerless here. He couldn’t hurt them; His cruelty couldn’t reach the people of this town, or the people of their home. And Marian thinks that the potential discomfort of seeing him on a near daily basis has to be a better option than allowing innocent people to suffer at his hands.
“I don’t!” While it’s true that she’s always looked at Robin as if he were the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the sky, Marian finds it hard to believe he could ever feel the same way about her. Besides, there were always more important things to worry about than affections. “Are you telling me he’s not?” She jokes. How one man could possibly be so tall is still beyond her.
“Amen.” It was a comfort to know that there was at least one man of the church on their side. That there was anyone on their side was a comfort. “You are a good man, Will Scarlett. Even if the law doesn’t agree. You’re all good men.” Her words are soft, but the sincerity in them is unmatched. Marian has always believed that of them. How could anyone willing to risk their lives for the good of the people not be considered a good person? “Well, mostly I’ve been trying to stick to the routine. Which isn’t as easy, I’ll admit. But the people here, they still need help. Mostly finding the people they care about.” She explains. “I was living with a friend of mine. But she found her husband, so I thought it best to find somewhere else to stay. There’s an extra room, if you’d like to stay there for awhile.” Marian sees no point in forcing her friend to find somewhere else to stay when she has a perfectly good spare room. “Oh!” Her face lights up. “There was a fair in town about a fortnight ago. Maybe two. Which was rather exciting. Although nothing like the fairs back home.”
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