When Andy brought Will back, Oenone had led Nasim, Robin, and Odysseus to the archery range. Chiron had come as well, saying he'd run into Andy on her way. Robin was standing on his own now, staring off towards the targets.
"Here," Will said, giving Oenone the string and looking at Robin. "He really can't remember anything?"
"I don't even think he can talk," Nasim said, shaking his head.
"Hey, that bow's a little much for you," Will told Oenone. "I don't think you can string it by yourself. I'm not even sure I could string it by myself."
"I'm not going to," the naiad told him. "But if there is one thing Robin will remember, even when Homer and Vergil and the other poets are gone, even when the memory of the green wood and our time there is faded, even when the names of friends and family are lost to him..." Oenone handed Robin to bowstring and his fingers automatically curved around it. "... He will remember the feel of Star-shooter."
Oenone lifted the great bow and put it in Robin's hand. As he took it, she bent forward and pressed her lips lightly to the scar on his hand.
Robin did not pay attention to her, but at once looped one end of the bowstring on the tip of the bow. He shifted his foot so that he was putting his weight on the end of the bow and, straining his muscle, began to pull the bow until it bent into a great crescent. Then he looped the second end of the bowstring over the remaining tip and as he did, Nasim could see the scar on the back of his hand rapidly fading and disappearing altogether. Star-shooter was whole once again.
"Holy - " Will whistled.
Robin continued as though he had not heard. He raised the longbow - but there was no arrow. Then suddenly, miraculously a golden-fletched arrow appeared in his hand, notched and ready.
Odysseus gave a secret smile as Robin anchored the arrow, fixed his finally focused eyes on the target, and exhaled. The eagle arrow sped onwards, cutting through the air with an angry hiss. It lodged itself deeply in the target. When Robin lowered his bow, his eyes flashed brown - there was no mistake, for everyone had been looking at his face to see his reaction.
"Oenone?" Robin asked, turning to the nymph. She smiled tearfully at him and Star-shooter fell to the ground. "Oenone." She threw herself into his arms and he buried his face in her long, blonde hair.
When he finally turned his face out towards the others, he was smiling despite the tears in his hazel eyes. "Andy," he smiled. "Nasim. Will." Oenone allowed herself to be separated for a split second while Robin gathered the other three into his arms.
"And Odysseus?" Robin laughed. "What, back from the dead?"
"Someone has to protect you," Odysseus smirked.
Odysseus made no move to protect Robin as Oenone swung him around and kissed him. Robin's arms circled her waist and picked her up as he kissed her back.