No, she made a choice. She took a risk. A direct stand against The Sheriff. For Robin's life. Even if she'll claim aloud it might have been for both men. She made that choice. To defy him, so openly, before the whole of Locksley Village. Trusting, idiotically and arrogantly, she was safe.

And maybe she was. Still untouched a week later. But he'd done well to slam his point home into her heart for choosing to correct him, for calling his choice a mistake. Her eyes when she looked back at Caspian were a riot of all those emotions.



"It was only an hour after it happened the time-" She nodded, barely, trying to mean the day it happened. Filing in, with only thing she can think to shove there instead. "-the day you arrived in Milliways, again."

"It's only been a few days since." As though each hour doesn't have more weight. She keeps forcing the words, as though it's not a knife cutting through her. Hard straight lines in her face, as she looks to her bed or her window, not crossing her arms, hands curled.

Harder yet. To not let her voice flicker for the last words.

"I haven't seen him since that day. There are orders against it."