After the confrontation of the night before, Robin found that he slept surprisingly well. Part of that was likely sheer exhaustion, but he suspected that another part of it had to do with Marian's hand in his own between where the heads of their bunks met. Smiling slightly as he woke to that comforting feeling, he carefully let go in order to stretch. That done, he rolled over and sat up, not surprised to see most of the gang still asleep.
Much, however, already had breakfast going, and the smell was a welcome one. "'Morning," Robin greeted him sleepily.
A flutter of anticipation ran along Much's spine. Robin was awake. The others were all still asleep.
"Morning," he replied.
He hesitated briefly. Perhaps it was best to just keep quiet. Robin appeared to be in a good mood, but another person questioning him about the Holy Land would shatter it -- and, sadly, he doubted he would be as successful in soothing Robin's temper as Marian had.
No, he had to say something, and he had to say it now. There was no telling when he would have another moment to talk to Robin alone.
"Did you have pleasant dreams?"
That was probably not the best way to raise the subject, but since he couldn't take the words back, he waited anxiously for Robin's reaction.
Robin flinched inwardly at the question, remembering the dream that had disturbed him in the night, but he knew Much would be upset to learn of it. If his friend had not been woken when it happened, Robin was not going to bother him with it now. All the same, he hated to flat-out lie about it. After the briefest of hesitations, he replied, "Mainly."
Glancing around at where the rest of the gang was still sleeping, he then looked back to Much. "You?"
Much had expected the evasive answer, but it frustrated him nonetheless.
"Mainly?" he repeated, ignoring Robin's question.
He wondered how long it would take Robin to realize that he knew. He wouldn't normally press his master like this, but he took comfort in the thought that, with breakfast cooking and the others sleeping, Robin wouldn't shout at him the way he had shouted at Marian. At least Much hoped he wouldn't.
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Much, however, already had breakfast going, and the smell was a welcome one. "'Morning," Robin greeted him sleepily.
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"Morning," he replied.
He hesitated briefly. Perhaps it was best to just keep quiet. Robin appeared to be in a good mood, but another person questioning him about the Holy Land would shatter it -- and, sadly, he doubted he would be as successful in soothing Robin's temper as Marian had.
No, he had to say something, and he had to say it now. There was no telling when he would have another moment to talk to Robin alone.
"Did you have pleasant dreams?"
That was probably not the best way to raise the subject, but since he couldn't take the words back, he waited anxiously for Robin's reaction.
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Glancing around at where the rest of the gang was still sleeping, he then looked back to Much. "You?"
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"Mainly?" he repeated, ignoring Robin's question.
He wondered how long it would take Robin to realize that he knew. He wouldn't normally press his master like this, but he took comfort in the thought that, with breakfast cooking and the others sleeping, Robin wouldn't shout at him the way he had shouted at Marian. At least Much hoped he wouldn't.
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