The day they first met wasn't romantic. In fact, it wasn't even pleasant. But it was one of many days they would ever forget.

Olivia gasped as she saw hordes of risen surrounding the Shepherd's. She was in the middle of the group as she wasn't a fighter, so like now, when all ends of the group step back to space themselves from the enemy, she was crushed between them.

"Hey move back a bit," Vaike ordered, forcing her further into Panne on the other side.

"Step back or we'll lose our formation," the Taguel stated back to her.

"I'm sorry!"

She aimed the apology at either of the two crushing her, but both were unsatisfied until eventually Vaike pushed her away and she fell to the floor in front.

"Gods"

He spat venomously and crashed into Panne, igniting an argument of curses which earned the attention of Chrom and the tactician. Chrom ran over to stop the two stressed warriors before the first blow was thrown and rearranged their positions, not noticing the pink haired girl who was in a sitting position on the ground. She leaned back to stand up and wacked her head against something behind her. A mix of adrenaline and paralyzing fear consumed her and she sat motionless. She didn't need to see what was there; she knew what was happening behind her. She felt a rush of air as the 'thing' behind her raised its arm. She put her hands to her ears, squeezed her eyelids shut and let out a small cry for help out of instinct even though it was too late.

Her world was dark around her and time slowed. She felt cold air on her neck make way for a colder weapon but before it struck, she was hit by something large and unfamiliar warmth returned to her petrified body. Something gashed her from her collar bone to the shoulder and the warm liquid oozed painlessly out of the slit. She was alive. She dared to open her eyes slightly to see what happened, who was holding her. The first thing she saw was a cow in the sky, then looked further to see the risen who attacked her crumpled and dead on the floor. Then she drew her attention to silver locks of hair and a childish smiling face. It took her a while to regain her senses until she realised she didn't know this man. She opened her mouth slightly to squeal but before she could let out a noise, she was suddenly dropped and hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow wow, look at all that blood!"

The man had a large wound reaching up his arm and to his neck. Olivia was flabbergasted at his eccentric reaction to the sight of his own blood. She wondered if she should get Lissa to help him or let him be and run away. They may have made brief eye-contact, they probably did not, but before she could make her mind up, his attention was drawn back to her and to the smaller injury she had.

"You're bleeding a lot, too! You're practically red!"

Timidly, Olivia looked down at herself. Blood had run from her shoulder down her arm and dripped off her fingers, and it ran through her clothes and down to her waist down the front but she still didn't feel it. The girl started to panic at how severe it looked and desperately searched the battlefield for her comrades.

"Olivia!"

Her head darted to the direction of the voice and saw Vaike run towards her, spewing apologies.

"Geeze, I'm so sorry about pushing you, this was all my fault and -wah!"

His drabble stopped when he came close enough to see the red half of her body. One was too stunned to say anything, and the other was too socially awkward, so they stood there in silence for a moment.

"Oh shit I'm gonna get killed for this! Come with me now and see Lissa," Vaike demanded, grabbing her wrist and running back where he came from.

"Uh, wait! I um," Olivia protested weekly and desperately tried to look back over her shoulder for the man who saved her and hurt his arm doing it.

The battle was already over when they got back, and Lissa instantly got to work on healing her wound. Olivia searched the area again for the odd person she met but to no avail so she awkwardly asked the cleric.

"Um have you seen a man with white hair around here?"

"Oh, you mean the creepy one with the crows and dark magic? Henry?"

"Probably that one... Is he on our side?"

"Hmm I'm not so sure. Didn't you hear his introduction? He told us about the traps and Chrom trusts him for now but I think he's trouble."

"Oh... I must have missed it... I'll stay out of his way then."

The dancer was confused. On One side, she was happy that Henry was on their side but on the other, he was a weird, obsessive man; it wasn't a fairy tale prince who swept her off her feet, it was 'him'. She sighed and dragged herself inside her tent. Olivia flopped face first onto her pillow, too tired and caught up in her thoughts to do anything else.

'He probably wouldn't even recognise me. I don't even know why he did it...'

She let her thoughts drift until she fell asleep; the girl didn't have the energy to repel them.