First story on the site, so lemme know what ya think.
Things had changed drastically for Libra over the last few months. After the long journey with his fellow war monks, he'd finally managed to find Chrom and his Shepherds. The monks' purpose had been simple- to save the Exalt's life at any cost. All of his friends had been lost along the way, dying for the their beloved ruler.
Emmeryn's life, however, had been lost. No, it had been willingly given. Libra had even more respect for her now that she was dead; for her sacrifice. After the Shepherds managed to escape, the grieving truly began.
Libra remembered approaching Chrom when they returned to camp, the young prince's face cold and withdrawn as he held his weeping sister close. A majority of the Shepherds had returned to their tents and various duties, letting the royalty grieve their loss. Frederick and the tactician had stayed by his side, loyal to a fault. Libra had approached the prince carefully.
"Sire, I… my deepest sympathies for the loss of your beloved sister. I cannot imagine the grief-"
"Thank you, Libra," Chrom had cut him off quickly, a pained smile on his face as he patted Lissa's hair. "I'm sure you'll… ah, offer prayers to Naga on behalf of my sister?"
Libra had smiled lightly. "Your sister's soul is in need of no prayer, sire. I pray for comfort of the loved ones she sacrificed herself for-" He winced as Lissa's crying finally subsided and she twisted out of her brother's arms to look at him, her tiny face red as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Th-thank you," she finally managed. Frederick cleared his throat and offered the princess his hand, which she took hesitantly and allowed the knight to guide her towards her tent.
Chrom sighed heavily and glanced at his tactician, whom Libra had never caught the name of amidst the battles and returning to camp. She was like the prince's shadow, never leaving his side."Robin, would you mind showing Libra to an empty tent?" The white-haired woman nodded, turning to Libra as Chrom walked after Frederick and his sister. "Let's get you to your tent."
Libra found life with the Shepherds to be exhausting, but fulfilling. He fit in well amongst everyone, well-liked and accepted. He got along especially well with Stahl, Lissa and Nowi, spending most of his free time with one of those three or in his tent, praying for safety. Frederick assigned him brutal work once he discovered Libra was strong, but the priest didn't mind.
After two months among them, he concluded life was much more preferable as a Shepherd then it'd been before. The battles weren't much to his liking, however, but he killed their enemies effectively despite that. Robin brought him along most every battle, seeing his ability to fight and heal as invaluable.
He stayed mostly alongside Stahl during the battles, occasionally healing wounds or assisting a Shepherd. Robin directed the battles flawlessly, and victory was almost assured with her on their side.
Now, sitting in his tent, sharpening his axe carefully, Libra mused over Robin's brilliance. She was truly an amazing woman, both mentally and physically. Her magic was powerful, but she still was humble and kind. She constantly had her nose buried in a book, usually thick novels with titles like "Battle Strategies from History: Elincia's Gambit". Her battle plans were simple and effective; they hadn't lost a single Shepherd. Not to mention her beauty…
Libra jumped guiltily as Robin herself entered his tent, almost dropping his axe. "Sorry to startle you," she said softly, her voice amused, "But could you help me out?" She lifted her hand as explanation, which was cut across the palm with a large amount of blood trickling out.
Libra sighed and set his weapon and the sharpener aside, rising from his spot on the floor and taking a vulnerary from his desk. He grabbed her hand with exceeding care, examining the cut.
It was quite deep. "How'd you manage this?" He asked, expertly applying the healing ointment to the cut. Robin pouted dramatically. "I may have been attempting a new type of magic that didn't quite, ah, work out." Libra nodded, unsurprised. Robin came to his tent on a weekly basis with some sort of bruise or cut; he was used to her visits by now.
"I'm beginning to think you do this to yourself on purpose," he teased, wrapping a thin white bandage around her hand. To his surprise, he looked up to find her blushing; her normally pale skin a bright pink. She was avoiding his confused gaze, looking at the floor intently.
"You're my favorite healer," she offered quietly, finally looking up at him. He smiled at her warmly, realizing he was still holding her now bandaged hand. He quickly dropped it, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ah, and you're my favorite… tactician?"
Robin grinned broadly, standing on her tip-toes to gently brush her lips against the monk's cheek. "Thank you," she said gratefully, walking backwards towards the tent's entrance.
"See you tonight at dinner?" She asked hopefully. Libra managed to nod. She smiled once more and ducked out of the tent. Libra lifted a hand to his cheek. He considered something briefly, before returning the vulnerary to his desk. It probably wasn't likely, but he had a suspicion that Robin may have a crush on him.