Marian shook her head, wincing at this newest, baseless statement, raising her hand to rest them on her stinging eyes --

She would not cry. No here. Not now. Not looking at him. Not listen to the still endless litany that he would save her, after what she'd already stood through and what was demanded she do so soon.

-- and instead brought it down hard, open palm, against the post. The burn of pain helped to keep her emotions confused, helped her feel like there was one more breath of air in the space she was suffocating inside.

"Robin, please, do not make this more difficult than it already is."