An Attempt at Making a Stronger Friendship (closed to Much)

[not_a_maid]

Who: Marian and Much
What: A chat? Potentially a bit of an argument, even if it's not as heated as it could be
Where: Camp
When: Late Morning, May 2nd
Note: Slight godmodding of Robin done with permission

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[millers_son]

Much was just finishing up his morning chores -- cooking breakfast, mending clothes, polishing weapons -- when Marian returned to camp. He could tell where she'd been by the cheerful way she greeted him. Since that day in the cave when Robin had opened up to him about his dreams -- or rather, about why he couldn't discuss them -- he'd tried his best to hide his jealousy when Robin spent time alone with Marian, but he wasn't always successful. Now, with their wedding so close, it was proving especially difficult.

"Oh, good morning," he replied without looking at her. Then, picking up one of the bowls of stew he'd prepared, he held it out to her and muttered, "Er, breakfast is ready."

[not_a_maid]

"Thank you," she replied as she reached out for the bowl. Much always made rather good food even if she tried not to think about just what she may be eating at the moment. Finding somewhere to sit she took a mouthful then after swallowing gave him a smile.

"It's lovely. Have you had a chance to eat yet?" In her happy mood it was rather difficult to tell that he wasn't really looking at her or that he felt anything against her. she knew things had never been good between them, she had spent practically every day with Robin growing up after all, but she had hoped her being here would change things a little.

[millers_son]

"Not yet. I've been tidying up a bit." He hoped the others would be back soon. Being alone with Marian was strange and uncomfortable, especially when she was being so friendly.

He couldn't just ignore her, however, so he forced a smile and said, "Glad you like it," before picking up a bowl for himself. He liked to think it was an improvement on the usual offering; squirrels were fatter and didn't taste quite so...squirrely in the spring.

[not_a_maid]

She was about to tell him he should sit and eat before he went ahead anyway. She took a few more bites then shifted on her bunk as her eyes went back to Much. She knew it may not be the nicest thing that he constantly had to do the less open jobs such as the cooking but she also knew it was very unlikely he would ever step back from it.

"I always find myself impressed by what you can do with such limited resources." If she wasn't so joyful then she would have possibly realised that she was telling him things she never had in the past nor had really intended on in the future.

[millers_son]

Much heaved a long sigh. He could have told her how wrong she was about that, but he knew she would only deny it again. He hadn't wanted to have this conversation in the first place, especially with her.

"Please, my lady, you need not concern yourself with my problems. I only want him to be happy, and if being with you makes him happy, then I wish you both all the joy in the world. Now, if you'll excuse me."

He turned and walked out of the camp then, praying that she wouldn't follow him.

[not_a_maid]

Before she could say anything back Much had left camp. Looking around she had to wonder just what had happened there. Her instinct was telling her there was more to this than what seemed on the surface and it made her feel a little worried. She would have to say to Robin. Though should she worry Robin with this?

Sighing gently, she looked out in the way Much had went then pushed herself up to sit on her bunk, thinking this through.