Note: Takes place during PoR, when the Greil Mercenaries get ready to leave their fort.
Princess
In which Mist likes the idea of Soren being a damsel in distress.
"Soren, show me your hands!"
Without waiting for further permission, Mist grabbed the unwilling mage's hands and began inspecting them eagerly. She paid no heed to the Wind tome that slipped from Soren's hands and onto the ground with a mute protest as she did so.
"What's the matter?" Soren almost growled at her, but kept his tone neutral for the sake of whatever courtesy he might possess. He contented himself by trying to pull his hands out of Mist's grasp with little success, yet he didn't use more force than necessary unless he wanted to be rude and then be mauled to death by Ike -and probably, Boyd- for making Mist upset.
"Oh, I knew it!" Mist suddenly exclaimed (in the high pitched tone all girls apparently use when they found something adorable, much to Soren's annoyance). "Your hands are as slender and soft and delicate as Princess Elincia's!"
Momentarily stunned, Soren tried to straighten out his mind. "... Excuse me?"
The commander's daughter just had to giggle at Soren's dumbstruck expression before adressing the matter at hand. "I meant you could be a princess! Now that I look at you, your looks are quite refined and... how do you say that? Oh, right, exquisite!" She pressed the palm of her small hand against Soren's and giggled again. Soren knew there would be bloodshed if Mist continued to spend more time with Princess Crimea. "Not to mention you're frail and need to stay behind the frontlines -I now wonder why I was always the damsel in distress when we were children!"
Soren finally regained his composture and coughed indignantly, pulling his hand away from Mist's.
"... Mist, in any case, I'd like to remind you that it's impossible in any sense for me to be a princess. If I ever achieved such title of nobility, I'd be refered to as 'prince' not 'princess.'"
The mage gave their silly conversation as wrapped up and walked past Mist, picking his now slightly crumpled Wind tome in the way. Whoever, it seemed like Mist had other ideas.
"Does that mean you could become a prince if someone kissed you?"