A sudden voice jolted him and he stood up immediately, rubbing his hand on his jeans. Fuck. He couldn't even feel the wetness of the snow, let alone the cold. Being a vampire was a misery and all he wanted to do was go home.
The individual infront of him was something he never saw before. Wings, large ones, protruded from her back. The girl was small, very dainty. Tiny. Weak. Fragile. Too small to ever be considered a threat to him seeing as he was much larger than her and most likely far stronger, even when he had trained very little. Robin had no fears in this moment.
"I am fine. Why?" He wasn't a fan of being pestered or ask questions- he was miserable, okay? Isn't a guy allowed to fucking stick his hand into some snow without being accosted or accused of random things?
