"So let me get this straight, you couldn't get me to fall into your hole…so you tricked your mother into it."

"Yep!"

"Your mother who you know has a problem with tripping-"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Sumia you know it's true."

"Hmph."

"Anyway, Morg- she's gone, great." Robin sighed as he collapsed onto his bed, rubbing his brow in frustration. "That girl…" Sumia looked at her husband, her annoyance swiftly forgotten.

"It's ok, Robin, I'm fine." She flexed her bandaged hand "No harm done, in fact I don't see why I even need a bandage." She watched her husband with worry as he sighed deeply. She could tell the long nights of planning strategy were wearing him down, their daughter's antics not helping in the slightest. She walked over to their bed and sat next to him and wrapped her bandaged arm around his waist. "Besides, you know she only wants to be like her father." Resting his head on hers, his hand toyed with the frayed edge of one of the bandages, before he sighed again.

"I know, I know." He muttered, moving from the bandage to hold his wife's hand, rubbing her knuckles lightly. Just being close to her for a while was doing wonders at calming his nerves. Sumia blushed slightly as his fingers ghosted over her hand. With another sigh he let go, and made to stand up. "I've got to go, I'm on patrol." Sumia frowned, and tightened her hold on him.

"But you're exhausted! What's Chrom thinking, putting you on patrol while you're in this state!" she said, feeling angry at the man she called Captain. Robin chuckled nervously.

"Well, I kind of volunteered…" he replied, before tapering off at the end of his sentence when he saw the look. With a roll of her eyes, Sumia let go of his waist, before lying down on the bed, grabbing a book off the night stand.

"Fine, fine, go and run yourself ragged. Should I expect you back tonight, or will you be slowly killing yourself then too?" Robin sighed, before he bent down to give her a kiss, but getting her check instead.

"No, I'll be back tonight." He said, trying not to chuckle at the cute pout on her face after she turned, failing miserably at looking angry. She nodded, before opening her book. Shaking his head fondly (with a hint of exasperation) he turned around and left their tent. As he made his way to relieve Stahl from patrol, he was suddenly blinded by a flurry of rose petals. Yelping in surprise, he tripped on his own feet, landing on his backside.

"Greetings Father! The great Cynthia is here!" looking up (while coughing up a petal) he saw his eldest daughter grinning down at him, pulling a pose he supposed was meant to be heroic. The effect was somewhat ruined though by the basket she was trying to hide behind her back. She blinked in confusion. "Father! Why are you on the ground! Are you under attack?!" Robin sighed as he got back on his feet.

"No, Cynthia, you just caught me off guard." Her eyes widened.

"That's no good! You can't be all dashing in battle if your own grand entrance catches you off guard! We'll have to train you in the art of flashy entrances!"

"Uh, what-"

"Tomorrow we shall practice it until you get it right! Anyway, see you later Father, I need to practice my flourishes!" and with that his eldest hyperactive (and possibly mad) daughter bounded away.

The women in his life were going to drive him crazy, Robin mused as he relieved Stahl from duty, who was looking at the petals in his hair with a raised brow. 'However', he thought to himself with a tender smile 'I wouldn't have it any other way.'