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Robin pulled the crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket for the tenth time, holding it directly in front of her amber eyes. With a frustrated groan, she crumpled the list and shoved it back into her coat. Sumia had given her a long list of flowers to collect, of all things. Robin had a soft spot for the clumsy Pegasus knight, so she'd agreed.

But now with only the starlight and creepy noises of the pitch-black forest to keep her company, she was regretting her decision. To be fair, she should've remembered to do it earlier. But being tactician of a large army did have a few demands. Sumia probably would've understood if Robin explained, but she was stubborn. There was no way she was going to admit that she knew absolutely nothing about flowers and she hated the creepy forest and she was-

SNAP

"OUCH!"

Robin tripped over something and landed hard on her backside, the forest dew soaking immediately through the bottom of her pants. Pain radiated through her left foot. With a grunt of pain, she leaned forward in the dim look to examine the damage she'd done.

It was caught in some kind of trap; the thick ropes wrapped around her ankle in a series of complicated webs so that whenever she moved her left leg they tightened noticeably. "Damn," Robin cursed under her breath, trying to move her already numb toes. Her ankle was turning a pale shade of blue. If she didn't hurry, she'd lose circulation and when they found her, they'd have to cut off her foot and then she'd be known as the one-footed tactician of Chrom-

In panic, she leaned forward and tried untying the trap, but her clumsy fingers only tightened the grip. She winced, trying and failing to remove her boot so she could attempt to slide her foot out. A hopeless search through her pockets revealed nothing of use for cutting the ropes. She was stuck in the middle of the forest with no weapons, no help, and pretty soon, no foot. 'And all this for stupid tiger-lilies,' she thought bitterly, resting her chin on her knee.

A rustling noise close to her left made her snap her head up in alarm. It was probably just a small animal, but a foe that she could normally outrun was fatal to her in her current position. She silently cursed herself for being so dumb as to forget any sort of weapon. Now she was probably going to be eaten by a pack of wild bears…

A tall, dark shadow emerged from a tree. Robin blinked and leaned forward in the darkness, trying to make her eyes make sense of what she was seeing. The… thing stepped closer to her, and she caught her breath.

"Gaius!" She was nearly sobbing with relief, too happy to be embarrassed. The thief was standing about five feet away from her with an alarmed expression, sucking loudly on a lollipop. "Bubbles? What are you doin' here?"

Robin eagerly waved him forward, explaining how she'd gotten caught in the trap. Gaius quickly pulled out a short dagger and began working on the ropes, freeing her in a matter of seconds. Blood painfully began flowing back into her foot with a feeling like a million tiny knives pricking her skin. The places the ropes had cut into her were streaked with blood, but at least she was free.

"Ug," she whimpered, trying to stand unsuccessfully. She looked up at her rescuer apologetically, but he was already in motion, lifting her up into his arms bridal-style before she could even ask for help. "You shouldn't be walking on that foot, cupcake," he muttered, carrying her with complete ease. Robin awkwardly nodded, leaning into his chest a bit for support. Being carried wasn't exactly her cup of tea, and her foot was killing her at this point.

He smelled strongly of candy, she noticed absently, biting her lip as they finally entered the familiar safety of camp.

"Uh, Gaius, my tent is over-"

"I know," he interrupted, "I'm taking you to my tent. We gotta fix up that foot, don't we, Bubbles? I'll even give you a lollipop if you're a good patient." Robin scowled, crossing her arms. "Fine," she mumbled.

They reached his tent presently, and Robin was surprised to see how well-kept it was. She'd expected candy wrappers and… thief-y type things to be about, but his tent looked almost exactly the same as hers. He dumped her onto his bed informally and walked over to a small chest, rummaging nosily inside of it. Robin tenderly untied her boot, biting down on her lip roughly as she pulled it off. Her sock was coated in blood and she still couldn't feel her toes.

Gaius returned carrying a jar full of some sort of paste and a large bandage. He pulled off her sock slowly, let out a low whistle between his teeth. "Geez, Bubbles. I hate to think what would've happened if I hadn't found you."

Robin winced as he began applying the paste. "Thank you," she managed through her teeth. He shrugged, wrapping her wounds with the bandages and returning the supplies to the chest before sitting down next to her. She turned to him, curiosity taking over. "What were you doing in the forest this late at night, anyway?"

"What were you doing out there?" He countered, pulling another lollipop out of his pocket and putting it into his mouth. "Picking flowers at midnight a hobby of yours?"

Robin's face turned pink, but she managed a small laugh. "Actually, I was picking flowers- for Sumia," she explained, shaking her head a bit of the idiocy of it all. "Something about flower-petal fortunes…"

Gaius raised an orange eyebrow, shaking his head. Robin smirked up at him, poking him in the arm lightly. "I told you my reasons, now explain yours," she demanded.

"I was practicing archery."

"Archery?" Robin titled her head, frowning a little. "But why would a thief need to know-"

Her question was cut off by Gaius removing his lollipop from his mouth and shoving it into hers, effectively shutting her up.

"You ask a lot of questions," he chuckled, picking her up again and moving swiftly out of his tent "Time for bed, now."

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