"Robin, what are you doing here?" Marian asked without turning around.
Robin pouted, coming out from the shadows.
"How did you know I was here?"
"You were so loud in climbing up my window I'm surprised the whole castle doesn't know you're here," she answered, smiling.
"But you're glad to see me, right?" he asked.
"You're going to get yourself killed," she responded, but she turned to face him anyways.
"I wanted to see you," Robin said gently. He pulled a small package out of his pocket. "This is for you,"
Marian's eyebrows shot up.
"How could I forget. You never let me forget."
"Robin! I was ten!" she protested
"And eleven, twelve, thirteen…"
"Alright, so it was always an exciting time. And you remembered it," she picked up the package, and opened it. Inside sat a shining comb.
Robin picked it up and slid it into her dark curls, where it shone in the firelight.
"It suits you," he murmured. "Beautiful but understated."
"Thank you, Robin," Marian smiled fondly. "Now get out of here before you're found and I have to stage a rescue from the dungeon."
"Happy Birthday," Robin said as he slipped out the window.