"Now, who wants to clear a campsite?"
A knight named Frederick asked, and eyed Robin with such disdain that she can feel her skin prickling from irritation. It's not like she asked to not know a shred of information about herself, other than her name…and Chrom's.
Speaking of Chrom, immediately, Robin's eyes drew to the blue haired man that's taken her along for the ride. She was not sure what's to come, but somehow, she found her trusting this man. He grinned at her easily and she felt as though she was gravitating towards him and his warm smile. He'd been kind to her from the start, although that wasn't too long ago. She'd like to say that she could be fine on her own, but in such a state, she may not have been. Penniless, with only a tome and a blade to her name, she may have been in quite the mess.
Just how did she end up in such a state? Ah, but if she knew her problem would be solved. She took a step towards the man, but the rather annoying knight tutted at her action.
Frederick hummed in disapproval and pulled her rather roughly by her shoulder away from the leader. "I'll keep an eye on you. You're not to go off anywhere alone with anyone but I." He scowled at her like she was filth on his shoe, but even though his attitude rankled her, she had to keep her cool. After all, these people were her saviors.
"Frederick…must you be so wary of our new friend?" Chrom sighed and rubbed at his temple. It was clear that this man loved them very much, but it was already apparent that said affection could be overbearing. Such a stern face, but such a strange way of being protective. Or maybe he was just making sure that his charges would come to no harm, but that didn't seem so likely. Whatever it is, she'd sure not to be the one on the receiving end of his affections, platonic or otherwise. She had to hold back a snort at that thought. It would be enough just for him to tolerate her.
"Though she may be a friend to you already, I must remain wary. Things don't add up, and I certainly am not willing to take risks. You understand this, yes?" he directed the last part at her in clipped tones. Robin's hands were balling into fists. If only she could take one swing at the guy! Yes, she gets that it's strange to take a complete stranger along on their travels, and she can't fathom why on earth it happened this way!
But why is this man so dead-set on insisting that she's out to murder them in their sleep or something?
"Yes, sir. I do. Let's just go already," she said, attempting to disguise her annoyance. Chrom and Lissa stifled their laughter with balled fists in their mouths, and Frederick's mouth curled into an expression of distaste. Ah, it looked like she must work on not being so transparent.
But she would do that only when he worked on not being such a pain in the arse.