Robin said "yes," the moment the question was posed to him, though he did seem a little sorry that it had rushed to his lips.
"I can't say you've ever hurt Kes, Jube, or that you ever would, but that... [i]thing[/i] you can do is dangerous."
He looked to the door.
"Anyway, I've said my piece and I've brought you the news of Kestral. What you do now would be up to you."
He didn't want to talk anymore, only to get out of there. The strange thing was that he didn't actually feel frightened of Jube, but within him bubbled the worry, the doubt. He was saying nothing and forcing others to do the same. If Jube did something bad, Robin would be to blame for not raising it.
"Find out about the knight," he advised before heading out of the house at speed, going back to the forge.
He needed to work, fill his mind with steel and iron, so there would be no more room for anything else. For now atleast.