Marian pressed herself against Robin's back, the freezing night air whipping through her hair as they galloped towards Sherwood.

Robin felt her move closer to him and smiled to himself.

As they reached the edge of the forest, Robin slowed the horse to a steady trot. Marian straightened up a little and took in her surroundings. The trees, stripped from their leaves by the cruel winter winds, looked menacing in the darkness. Unconsciously Marian tightened her grip around Robin's waist. He placed a reassuring hand atop hers, and she rested her cheek against the rough material of the shirt that covered his back. However much she hated to admit it, Marian loved to feel that she was protected.

Robin gave a soft whistle as they neared the camp to warn the gang of their arrival. He dismounted and turned around to offer Marian a hand down, when she landed beside him. She flashed him a grin before entering the camp and greeting the rest of the gang.