#fea!verse

“Hey, um...  Kaiya?” Robin had stopped just outside her tent, and now he was just... awkwardly kind of standing there, waiting for her to either come out, or invite him in. If she was even in there right now - it was a little hard to tell what with the flap down and all.

“Cynthia!!” At the sight of his comrade coming near, and the sight of the red staining her armour, Robin couldn’t help but call her name. At their current distance he couldn’t tell if the blood was hers or someone else’s - but he prayed it was the latter as he stumbled his way towards her. 

The battle was nearing its end and had moved away from their current location, for which the tactician was grateful. He had suffered a minor injury himself - a stray arrow had landed itself in his upper leg and stuck there. He had only been able to snap the shaft in half during the fight and now was limping slightly as he approached the young woman with obvious concern on his face.

“Chrom?” Robin knocked on the wooden door that lead to the prince’s room, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything important. He sort of felt like he had to be.... after all, the prince had to be doing something of great significance if he would skip out on the festivities, right...? But Robin had to be honest with himself - he was also worried. It wasn’t like Chrom to just vanish into his room like this, and especially without telling at least someone what he was up to. And it was usually Robin he told, so the fact that even the tactician had no idea what he was up to left Robin with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Shouting.

There was shouting coming from somewhere nearby, and it didn’t sound like the good kind... if there even was such a thing. Robin was instantly suspicious, and instantly alert as he changed course and headed in the direction of the noise. He had no idea what was going on over there, but it definitely sounded like the sort of situation that required some sort of peaceful intervention.

Another shout sounded and Robin winced. Maybe... not-so-peaceful intervention. Either way, he needed to get over there - and soon. 

Picking up the pace, it wasn’t long before he found the place - and the sight that met his eyes was... pretty much what he had been expecting. A group of people, dressed all the same, who appeared to be attacking civilians. Why was it always like this - even this far away from home, people just had to be terrible. He tugged out a tome as he came closer, not even trying to disguise his intentions as his hand began to crackle with electricity.

“Hey,” he called into the group when he was finally near enough for them to spot him. “Need a hand?” He could’ve waited for an explanation, but seeing these weird... creepy-looking people go after what were clearly unarmed villagers had boiled his blood enough that Robin didn’t even care. He just wanted them to get out of here. He lifted one arm and the lightning in his palm sent sparks in almost every direction.

It was a lovely day for a walk. 

Robin had been up a good deal of the night working on various strategies and reading through some old history books - and he had been up early to run through some sword drills with a few of his companions - so he’d decided now it was about time he took a break and just went for a walk on his own.

He hadn’t gone more than 10 kilometres from the city where he was staying when he saw it. There was something lying in the grass off the path, not that far ahead. Something that looked.... suspiciously like a body!!?

Robin wasted no time in racing towards it, one hand on the hilt of his sword in case it was some sort of trap. Even when he reached the fallen person he hesitated, looking every which way and only crouching when he felt confident there was no ambush waiting nearby.

“...hello?” He could see that it was a young woman now, and she didn’t appear to be injured. It occurred to him that this, too, could be a trap. She could be faking it, planning to rob him.... but no. If that was the case, surely he could fight her off. He wasn’t about to risk her life because of his own suspicions and insecurities - it really looked like she needed help, so Robin was going to give it to her. Chrom had taught him that much.