Marian sends a sort of cursory glance towards the others as they continue to discuss things, still collecting her arrow. Well, collecting one arrow, as it happens, for this particular one seems to have gotten lodged into the creature at a most unfortunate angle. Finally, the young woman puts her boot against the wolf and pushes with her foot as she pulls the arrow out, succeeding at least in recollecting that last arrow. After placing each of the arrows, some of them after wiping them off on the grass, back into the quiver, Marian once more looks over at the others, though this time her looking does not involve seeing so much as thought.
She only tunes into their conversation once the lion-man asks aloud whether anyone knows how to navigate out of these woods. A curious look towards the others tells that she is wondering the same thing. Typically, Marian would be able to get herself out of here very quickly and with little trouble. But, lacking the memory of various landmarks and such, the girl now lacks that ability, surely. Even if she had some sort of physical memory of it, Marian wouldn't trust it enough to start wandering blindly through the woods. Unfortunately, no one else seems to offer a way through the woods.
The child-like one speaks of mirrors and the little book in her hand, which is apparently a journal of some sort. Marian regrets not having such a thing herself, the only clues to her past being her bow and arrow and, to some extent, her clothing. Had she known that she had passed right by a group of people whom she had known- well, they would not have recognized her anyway, unfortunately, so perhaps the matter is not worth mentioning. It soon becomes clear to Marian that this girl isn't actually providing a way out, though perhaps she's getting around to mentioning the fact that her journal has a map of some sort?
The subject takes a change as the girl introduces herself, though uncertainty lingers over her last name for a moment, leaving Marian to suppose that she is not alone in her knowledge of her name and name alone. "I-" she begins, intending to introduce herself, but the blonde girl, Alice, continues on about being hungry, and of course, Marian realizes that she is a bit further away from them, and probably couldn't be clearly heard by them.
"My name is Marian, Marian Sutton. It is a pleasure to meet you all," she finally greets them, bobbing her head in a sort of lesser bow motion. As the redhaired girl, now identified as Arielle, speaks she nods, deep in thought. Clearly they cannot go to that castle, for fear that the girl may be captured again, but if they followed the river in the opposite direction. . .surely they will stumble on a village eventually. Where there is water, there is people, of this much she is certain.
The paper thing which she finds, Arielle finds that is, is a source of suspicion for Marian. How had they not noticed it before? She was certain it was not there recently, and it must have been placed just today, given that it says tonight. In fact, the time being 'tonight' makes Marian doubt even further. Surprised at his comment towards her, Marian glances towards Adam, who is apparently a prince of sorts.
"It must have been magic, for I would have remembered it being there. And if it wasn't, than I wouldn't believe it is very recent- 'tonight' isn't really a reliable time, is it? It is very. . .convenient, especially as we are all so vulnerable at the moment," Marian says these things carefully, not wanting to hurt any hopes. Still, her natural instinct says to avoid this- perhaps due to being with the Merry Men, who are wanted criminals. The instinct to avoid such open gatherings remains even after her memory has departed.
"But, I cannot make decisions for the rest of you. First, we must focus on finding our way out- is this the Meadow's Forest?"