Edboy4926: Someone will die, but I will keep Emmeryn alive.
Why? Because Emmeryn is an amazing character.
Jason followed the group as they wandered through the forest toward Ylisstol.
"Chrom, it's dark and all the bugs are out!" Lissa growled, before she started coughing. "Ugh, wun goch in muh mouf!"
Jason poked Lissa on the back hard enough to push her, causing the bug to dislodge from her throat. She coughed once more and turned to Jason.
"Thanks." Lissa wiped her mouth.
"We should set up camp. We'll get some rest and continue in the morning." Chrom stated, pointing at a clearing in the forest.
Jason silently walked over to a tree, reached up and ripped off a few branches, a loud snapping sound echoing through the forest.
"Uhh..." Everyone watched as Jason began making a fire.
"I'll go hunt some animals." Chrom began to walk into the forest. Jason walked up to Chrom and handed him his machete. "Uh, thanks."
Jason went back to making a fire.
Frederick began carving up logs on the ground for seats.
Robin and Lissa looked at each other.
"Uh, what do we do?" Robin asked. Lissa shrugged.
Jason finished the fire, placing some sticks on it to make it bigger.
Robin and Lissa awkwardly shifted next to the fire, feeling a little useless.
Jason sat beside the fire, staring into it, his mask shining in the light.
Frederick handed Jason, Robin and Lissa a log to sit on. Jason sat and still stared at the fire.
Lissa and Robin sat next to each other, with Robin next to Jason.
"Jason?" Lissa asked. Jason faced her, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. "Why do you wear that creepy mask?"
"It was a gift from a friend, and I don't like my face, or people seeing it." Jason's mothers voice said in his head, Robin relaying it to Lissa.
"Why, what's wrong with your face?" Lissa asked.
'I'm disfigured. I look horrifying." Robin relayed to Lissa again. Lissa gasped.
"No way! I'm so sorry for you." Lissa smiled at Jason, though the smile wasn't as happy as she intended. Jason nodded and went back to staring at the fire.
The camp was silent, until Chrom entered the camp, carrying a dead bear over his back, and throwing Jason his machete, dripping with fresh blood.
"Thanks for your weapon, Jason. It cut the bear like butter. " Chrom explained as he dropped the bear.
Jason nodded.
Robin, Frederick and Chrom set to skinning and chopping up the bear. Jason waited beside Lissa, rubbing his machete against his log seat to remove the blood.
Finally, Frederick cut the bear into chunks, handing a few slices off to everyone else. Everyone let it roast over the fire for a couple minutes, before grabbing their respective plates.
Jason grabbed the plate, watching everyone else eat, then looking down at his own plate. He tilted his head, before he quickly stood up and turned around. He lifted up his mask, shoving the whole piece into his mouth, and placing his mask back over his face.
Small droplets of fat hung to his chin, so he flicked them away as he chomped through the thick meat.
Jason couldn't remember the last time he ate, so the meal was appetizing.
Everyone seemed surprised to see the meat gone so quickly.
"Hungry, Jason?" Chrom joked.
Chrom and Robin finished their pieces, with Frederick and Lissa barely touching their food. Chrom turned to them.
"Not so hungry, Lissa?" He asked, Lissa huffed.
"I am, but I'd rather not eat something that smells like old boots!" She cried. Jason tilted his head.
'Where I am from, people starved in the streets without aid. They would do anything to eat anything, some going so far as to eat their excrement.' His mother hissed. Robin relayed to everyone, who all looked at him.
Jason stared into the fire.
"Is that true Jason? Where are you from?" Chrom asked.
'I am from a small city named Green Lake, named after the massive lake nearby. The lake was filled with fish, enough to feed everyone and have some left over for trade. The rich got to it quickly, strangling all the fish to themselves. You had to pay for them, but everyone had a job and could do so. Then, the lake ran out of fish. Prices shot up, food became a luxury.' His mother explained, Robin relaying. The group's mood dropped. Jason was impressed at his mother story-telling ability.
Chrom went to say something, but slurping and swallowing made him turn his head to Frederick and Lissa, who had eaten their portion in record time. Frederick seemed a little queasy, but he also seemed resolute. He snickered.
"That removed the smell real quick, huh Lissa?" Chrom chuckled. Lissa huffed and crossed her arms, turning away. Frederick looked away.
"I have a question, Jason." Frederick said after a few moments of silence. Jason turned to stare at him. "We found Robin in a field. She claims to have no memory. Yet, not 10 minutes later, we find you. And the two of you can communicate without any others knowing what you say."
"What are you saying, Frederick?" Robin asked, glaring at him. Frederick alternated glaring between Jason and Robin.
"I think the two of you are more than you say." Frederick stated bluntly. Jason tilted his head.
"Frederick..." Chrom sighed. "The two of them may have suspicions about them, but they also fought for us. Robin is our tactician for now, and Jason is another fighter for us. If they sought our death, they could've fought against us with the bandits, or killed us as we walked. They may be suspicious of previous interactions, but they've done the contrary of wanting our death."
Frederick remained resolute. However, he diverted his gaze elsewhere.
"I'm not asking you to trust them. I'm asking you to trust me." Chrom finished. Frederick was silent, then he grunted in affirmation, though his steely gaze never left the trees.
"Thank you Chrom. Although, he does have a point, if a jumpy one. All this could just be a long-winded ruse to kill you." Robin mused. Chrom shook his head.
"My gut says you are truthful, and I trust it." Chrom replied. Robin's cheeks darkened slightly, but she smiled and nodded. Jason nodded as well.
The mood was soured by the confrontation, until Lissa yawned. Then, Robin did the same.
"It must be time to sleep, then." Chrom rubbed his eyes. "We have tents in our pack, let's set them up."
Everyone bar Frederick, who kept watch closely, set to pitching up the tents.
Jason had his and Robin's up in record time. He even fashioned a crude pillow from some extra cloth and leaves for stuffing for Robin, who accepted it with surprise.
Chrom took a bit longer, but had his up and ready soon enough.
Lissa tried her best, but wasn't moving fast enough for Jason, who lent her a hand, much to her chagrin. Her grumbling of not being delicate kept on until she slept.
Frederick volunteered for watch, of which there were no rebuttals. He remained seated in place.
Chrom and Lissa went to their tents, while Jason and Robin squeezed into theirs.
It was tight, because of Jasons' size and Robins' maturity, so it took a second for them to find comfortable room.
Eventually, they both drifted off.
I had intended for this to include Risen, but I decided on just character interaction.
