Some nights it was like this. Chrom carrying Robin to bed, after prying them from their desk. Robin didn't protest. Most of the time they faked sleep just so Chrom would carry them.
But Robin was awake this time, and they were putting all their dead weight in Chrom's arms.
"I think I don't want to be a tactician anymore. It's alot," Robin was whining. They were staring up at the Exalt. Their favorite view.
"I wish you didn't have to be a tactician," Chrom said. "But your the only one I've got. And your good at it." He smiled.
"You could be the Shepherd's tactician," Robin returned a sly smile.
Chrom humored him, "And you can be the ruler of Ylisse-"
"That's the plan… Ruling right beside you."
The Exalt laughed. That was the plan.