#ricken support

22: My muse gravely injures yours and must help them or find them help.

Years of training had sharpened his reflexes and reaction time-- it wasn’t as if he had become Basilio’s champion just by sitting idle.  On top of this, Lon’qu was, just by the nature of his past, a rather on-edge person.  Regardless of whether or not he were to admit it aloud, many everyday occurrences simply startled him.  The screech of boiling water in a kettle, footsteps outside of his tent, the loud cawing of one of the crows that for some reason always seemed to make themselves comfortable around camp-- all of these things heightened his senses, and made the swordsman react quicker, more aggressively.

The days had been gloomy as of late, clouds hung low in the sky and it rained more often than not. But today it finally seemed as if the overcast had moved on and the sun shone brightly.

As such, Chrom wanted everyone to take full advantage of the weather and allowed a few days recess to empty out their waterlogged boots.

After tending to some resupplying matters, Chrom did what he normally would when he wasn’t busy with other things, training.

As Lon’qu looked down at the considerably shorter young man, he tensed.  He couldn’t even sort out his own emotions– how the hell was he supposed to help someone else sort out theirs?  He had noticed that Ricken had shown some hesitation on the battlefield recently, but it wasn’t until recently, when he had struck down someone who couldn’t have been much older than he himself was, had it really come to light. 

Robin looked around at the tomes he had. After the last fight he was making sure that he knew which tomes were almost dried out and which were still useful. He had used his sword a bit but he much preferred to cast magic than use it. Once he was sure that he would be fine come the next fight, he smiled to himself. 

He thought to check on the others to see if they had enough for next time and his first stop was by Ricken’s tent. He stood outside of it, calling in.

"I remember climbing up here, but I definitely don’t remember exactly where I put my feet or anything. I really don’t want you to get all hurt though…" Ricken wasn’t sure how to get down from here, and his little perch was feeling more and more unstable. "I-I might jump okay? I feel like I’m going to fall at any second, so be sure to catch me?"

Sumia nodded up at the boy above her. She braced herself for his weight hoping that he wasn't going to hurt himself in the descent. At least the ground wasn't too hard. They should be okay.