"...Get up and stop humiliating yourself further." Robin gave Jabba a light smack on the back of the head, not out of anger but out of blunt familiarity.
"..Hah?" Jabba froze, stunned not only by those unexpected words but also by the almost playful strike. "You… you're not furious with me?"
"I certainly have reasons to be angry with you, but not for the things you're imagining. And no—I don't want to kill you." Robin walked away a few steps, lowering himself to sit upon the narrow stone ledge that jutted from the enormous cave wall. He leaned his back against the cold rock, posture relaxed, mirroring Jabba's own. "Didn't you sense even the faintest ripple of time's current in that strange state you were trapped in?"
