It's not a short trip, really. They have to cross the castle, and they need to end up two floors down. At least the fact it is morning, means it's really easy to slide through the darkness. If she were alone she'd go faster. If he was any more certain than isn't, than he has no reason to be, she'd go faster.
If he were Robin. Who'd several times chased her, careless and young, through all of these halls. But he isn't. This is No Man's Land for him. And he isn't all that bad. Even though she could probably tell he was coming at her from a hallway away if they weren't together.
He was careful, though, and well meaning. He didn't bump her, and anything else in the hallways. He could really be a whole lot worse, in ways he wasn't. In some part, she's incredibly glad he isn't good at this. Shouldn't be. Never should need to be.
If she can get him home. She'll have to send him back to Robin. Take him? Direct him? Trust Much to speak for him, if she doesn't go herself? Sit up half the night, worrying about where he ended up in the wild of Sherwood, that he only knew by one late summer's day light.
She paused on the bottom of the steps, looking down one of the more used hallways. It was quiet. But she learned not to trust even the quiet in the last six years.
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Date: 2012-03-30 12:39 am (UTC)If he were Robin. Who'd several times chased her, careless and young, through all of these halls. But he isn't. This is No Man's Land for him. And he isn't all that bad. Even though she could probably tell he was coming at her from a hallway away if they weren't together.
He was careful, though, and well meaning. He didn't bump her, and anything else in the hallways. He could really be a whole lot worse, in ways he wasn't. In some part, she's incredibly glad he isn't good at this. Shouldn't be. Never should need to be.
If she can get him home. She'll have to send him back to Robin. Take him? Direct him? Trust Much to speak for him, if she doesn't go herself? Sit up half the night, worrying about where he ended up in the wild of Sherwood, that he only knew by one late summer's day light.
She paused on the bottom of the steps, looking down one of the more used hallways. It was quiet. But she learned not to trust even the quiet in the last six years.