Inspiration provided by avictoriangirl;
theme word was 'together'.
“Home?” His voice was weak.
“Yes, master,” Much hastily held a bowl of clean water to his lips, “king’s orders.”
“I… but…” feverish eyelashes fluttered, “…the king… the war…”
“It’s over, master,” Much insisted, “for us – it’s over. We’re going home.”
“…home?” Robin seemed unable to grasp the concept.
“To England,” Much grasped his master’s arm, trying to contain his excitement, “Locksley, master! Nottingham! Bonchurch! We… we will see Thornton and the Scarlets and… and… Sir Edward and Marian!”
Robin closed his eyes, though whether the pain written on his face was physical or emotional was not clear. “…Marian…”
“And we are together, master,” Much told him, firmly, “we will get home and all will be well because we are together.”
Robin only fell back into feverish dreams, as Much continued to hold his hand.