She didn't see it, too busy cutting the wrist of the black knight that held her against him, hand tight around her throat. She'd felt it, the hot searing pain in her stomach, feels it acutely now. No time to think on it, couldn't spare a second of thought as she'd barely managed to mount the horse she now rides to aid her escape. Every clomp of the beautiful black horse's hooves jarring the arrow that now sticks out each side of her. She's not going to make it home. She's not sure she can even find a place to hide. The black spots narrow her vision as the world begins to spin. She urges the horse into the tree line. It's not her best choice, pain clouding her judgement and loosening her grip. Colliding with the ground is surprisingly painless. Her eyes dart quickly around for coverage, darkness all she sees. A hand tight over her mouth the last thing her mind can make out before the darkness swallows her.

Her consciousness slips in and out starting with a dull sounded snap, the arrow being broken, the fletching falling to the ground, a man's lips moving his blue eyes darting between her's and the arrow. Hands upon her shoulders another covering her mouth, her body twisting and arcing of its own will as the man with blue eyes pushes the arrow the remaining distance through her. Darkness and voices. Laughter and a fire barely seen beyond tent flaps moved with accompanied voices.

It's quiet when she finally wakes, the fire snuffed out the moon the only source of light. She topless, covered but topless, her wound bandaged lightly. There's a jar of dark mud like substance on the floor next to her. She is on the floor, well on a mat of some kind, a knife sits close to her shoulder, her attempt to move to grab it unsuccessful. Her arm does not move as she intends it to. Her mind is slow to produce the memory of falling off the horse. Nerves are getting the better of her as she survey's the tent she's in. Then she sees him. He's watching her, the man with blue eyes. He looks pained as he sits on the floor across from her, his hands slowly lifting to show her he means her no harm. He approaches her as though she were a wild animal, with care and slowly as though any quick motions will frighten her away.

"I'm Robin." He begins as he pulls the sheet covering her aside. "Robin Hood, you may know me by my wanted poster." Her current bandage pulled off of her, bright red but not soaked through, as he tells her of the evil queen searching for him halfheartedly, a new smear of the mud like substance on the puncture wound and a fresh dressing placed atop and beneath on her stomach and back. "I need you to lean into me, this bandage should be able to stay on longer." The strip of material he holds up as if to show her that he means to wrap the bandage around her. He lowers his upper body to rest against her before his hand snakes around her pulling her body up with his. She can feel his heart hammering against her breasts pressed into his chest. The rough material of his shirt on her bare skin, her breath slightly labored against his neck. He keeps one arm pulling her tight into him as the other wraps the material around her. He's careful with her his voice soft against her ear as he asks her name.

Her body shivers and her voice betrays her, too gravely for him to understand, her lips brushing against his neck. He pulls back to look at her. Clearing her throat she tries again. "Stealing from me."

"Pardon Milady?"

"You're always stealing jobs from me. Always beating me to them." Her voice soft but stronger.

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"And what is your name Milady." He asks a second time.

"Regina"

He pulls back to look into her eyes. "I admire your work. You're brilliant." And then she's scoffing.

"What have you seen of my work."

"Enough to know I haven't been stealing any from you, Regina."

Her minds working hard for a rebuttal but his hands are distracting he leans back slightly, her body follows, to use both to tighten the knot he had been attempting with one hand. The last pull has her wincing hard against him.

"Apologies"

"For stealing?"

"Never, apologies for shooting you. I never miss..." He continues on about how he was aiming for the black night and how she had shifted; slipped in the black knights grip, that he was trying to save her.

Her heart hammers in her chest as he slowly lowers her back down, her mind whirling trying to conjure a way to grab the knife and get away from him suddenly angry over this entire experience being his fault as if he doesn't cause her enough trouble on a daily basis. Damn him. He steadies her a hand softly on her cheek, his eyes soft, yet cloudy and confused. He reaches for the knife and she freezes as she feels it on her skin. The squeak she makes flushes her cheeks the makeshift sling cut off her arm allowing it free range of motion.

"Didn't want you to reinjure it while you tossed in your sleep. Doesn't look like anything more than a bruise but the tumble you took from your horse was painful just to watch, I have to admit I was quite impressed with how you still managed to try and crawl away." She doesn't remember that part, doesn't remember being able to move at all despite his recollection that she was crawling towards a hollowed out trunk. He's smirking at her. His eyes fixed on hers as he pulls the cover back over her. She feels more exposed now than she did when she actually was exposed. How he's so easily dissuaded her anger; has her trying to break eye contact, but she's stuck, so very stuck. And he's still talking but she no longer has the slightest idea of what he's saying. He's paused waiting for an answer to a question she didn't hear. As luck would have it she's saved from responding at all as another man enters the tent finally breaking the spell he's held over her, turning away hiding the blush she feels creeping over her whole body, thankful and yet sad that the other man has Robin leaving the tent, leaving her to wonder when he'll be back. Knowing she needs to leave before he returns. Wondering if the her body is up to the task as the need for sleep hits her heavy and hard. Eyelids suddenly to difficult to remain open. Sleep once again takes her. She dreams of him, and wakes alone.