Ah, that sympathy dies a swift and painless death. "I'm not supposed to do anything at all," Robin retorts, if mildly, as he rises again. There's exactly one being to whom he owes his irrevocable obedience, and Celena is certainly not him. "I offered to stay with you. It was a gesture of good will, not a binding agreement."

His good will, like his attention span, has its limits.