Better places to take a nap than the ground, you know.

Robin lay upon... something soft. A carpet? No... not a carpet. Hair? Definitely not hair.. Maybe... grass?

Yes, that was it. It's grass. She can hear voices. There's... a kid? What's a kid doing in grass? Actually, that's redundant. Kids love grass. Actually, is that even a kid? Or is that a woman? Oh. There's also a voice. That voice sounds familiar. She wonders from where.

Robin decides to open her eyes. And she's met by an interesting sight. It's the blue haired man before, in that dream she'd just had. Maybe this was still the same dream. Maybe she'll give him another kiss... Or not. She's not really sure. The grass here is mighty comfy, and she had a nightmare. Or something

"I see you're awake now." Oh, fuck, it's definitely the blue haired man before. "Hey there." The.. girl? Yes, girl, says. The man chuckles. "There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know.

Robin offers her hand tentatively, and the man hoists her up suddenly. "You all right?" He asks. Robin blinks for a second. "Y-eah. Thank you... Chrom?" She thinks for a second, wondering where that came from. The man only smiles a wan smile. "You already know who I am?" Robin blinks. "No, actually. It just... popped into my head?"

Chrom's eyebrow raises, and he exhales quietly. "Curious. What's your name, and why are you here?" Robin visibly blanks out. For about... a solid minute. "My name's..." The two stare at each other in awkward silence. Is what would be said if Robin didn't firmly have her eyes locked on the ground. Chrom stares at her, incredulous. "You don't know your own name?"

Robin shyly begins looking around. She decides a tactical change of topic should be in order. "Uhhhm... Where am I?"

The girl suddenly chips in, with a very helpful comment. "Hey, I know this! That's called amna... an... amnesia?" She attempts to pronounce. A monstrously serious man simply chips in with a very unhelpful comment. "It's called a load of pegasus dung. You expect us to believe you remember my lord's name, but not yours?"

Robin feels herself being filled with the need to lay back down and take another nap. "It... it's the truth." She whined softly. Chrom, seizing the opportunity, takes her side. "What if it IS, true, Frederick? We just can't leave her like this, all alone and confused. What kinda Shepards would we be if we left behind a sheep?" The man, identified as Frederick barely even budges from his stance. "I simply put forth a vote that caution would be prudent. What Shepards would we be to let a wolf into our flock?"

Chrom thinks for a moment. "Fine. We'll take her to the nearest town, and then sort things out." Robin raised a hand to ask a question, but quickly put it down. Chrom noticed regardless. "Yes?" She tentatively asked: "Do I get a say?" Chrom sighed. "Yes, we'll hear all you have to say in town. Now come on." Robin simply nodded, and followed behind.

...

After some walking, Robin ventured another question. "So... am I a prisoner?" Chrom laughed quietly in response. "You'll be free as a bird once we establish you're not an enemy of Ylisse." Robin only has more questions after that response. She continues walking for a bit, before asking another question. "What's a Ylisse?" Frederick audibly sighs, grumbling under his breath. Chrom responds in turn. "It's the land we're in now. The Halidom of Ylisse. Our leader's name is Emmeryn, and she's known as the Exalt." Frederick's eye twitches. "She's not a very convincing actress, but she has you wrapped around her thumb, milord." Chrom only responds with a sigh, as the group continues to walk.

...

"So, if that's Chrom, and that's Frederick, what's your name?" Robin whispered to the girl. "Oh, I'm Lissa!" She said, LOUDLY, as Robin cringes. She then looks off to the distance, noticing a town. And a lot of smoke. Coming from said town. "What's.. going on there?" She asked nobody in particular. Chrom responds by swearing under his breath. "Damn! Probably the last of those Brigands! They must have set the town on fire!" Chrom begins sprinting off full tilt towards the town. Robin catches a glimpse of Chrom's fancy sword on his belt, further cementing his identity. "Milord, what about her?" Frederick shouted after him. Chrom, however, was far gone. Lissa ran off behind him, screeching for him to wait up.

Robin felt Frederick's eyes bore into her. "I suppose I'll have to babysit you now." He says with a grimace. Robin quivered in response. Frederick snaps his fingers, and within 5 minutes, an armored Warhorse comes sprinting up behind him. "How did you do that?" Robin asked. Frederick grinned, which was eerie. "He's very responsive." Frederick hopped atop the horse, and suddenly grabbed her oversized coat. "H-huh?" The rider swiftly lifted her clean off her feet, and set her on the back of his horse's saddle. "Hold tight. And don't fall off. I might not have a problem with you busting your head open, but Chrom probably would."

Robin gulped as Frederick's Warhorse galloped off towards the town.

End of the naptime. See you, space cowboy.