[Oh so there is a her. Robin wants to know who it is. Who it could be. But resists plying him with questions, at least for the moment. At the same time she feels a faint twinge of something like unease but brushes it aside. It's merely the change. Change is always difficult but this is nothing.]

Well I think hurting her is inevitable. [Though she says this warmly and with a faint smile] But as I said...it's the happy times.

[She hesitates a moment, then pushes forward]

Those times where everything else fades away and the world narrows to just two people. Where everything is warm and safe....

[She can't go on. She looks away, somewhat embarrassed by the depth of what she feels, even if it is true.]

If you can live for those times than little else will matter...

[And really, in a place such as this, those times were their greatest strength]