Camelot drabble, post-5.02. (I think I’ve found my new Missing Year…uh oh.)
He’s hypervigilant after that night, though he’d been the one who lay there battered, bleeding (yet somehow brought back to her whole).
Clawed branches swept from her path, his steadying hand when tree roots bulge underfoot.
A mistrusting eye for anyone in chainmail.
Regina’s no stranger to the peril of heels, or her past returning to haunt her. Still Robin insists, “Isn’t it time that I saved you?”
But he already has, and though it’s never been about debts owed between them, she’ll pay them thrice over, until his love is what she deserves, and hers endangers him no longer.