One hand was pressed into the ground, while the other clutched her stomach. She heaved and heaved, but it seemed that in her time away, she had consumed no food. She just sat, wretched noises escaping from her throat. She wanted it to stop, but her stomach forced her to stay on her knees and heave.
"Frederick, I think I went a little too far with the healing process." Robin heard a small voice say. She broke away from her retching long enough to see a wide-eyed Lissa, standing next to a concerned looking Frederick. Robin wanted to reach out, tell them that it was all right, that she was fine, but even the thought of trying to speak at this very moment made her feel infinitely worse. Instead, she put all her focus into stopping the fuzzy feeling in her stomach.
"Nonsense, milady. Just a bit shaken, is all." Frederick replied. Robin made a mental note to give him her thanks once she was fit to speak again. The last thing she needed was Lissa endlessly confronting her with apologies when there was no apology needed.
Suddenly, someone was pulling her hair back away from her face.
"Gods, Robin. Had I known the sight of me was that repulsive, I would've stood behind you while you awoke."
Despite the circumstances, Robin found herself chuckling. Then her chuckle turned into a laugh, and before she knew it she was pivoting on her knee only to ram right into her jokester's chest. The force knocked them both to the ground, but she didn't mind. Robin wound her arms around his waist and pressed his body closer to hers, only to find that he was doing the same. The acidic feeling had faded, replaced by a new one. One that words of neither this planet or any other would ever be able to describe. Her laughter began take its effect on him, and his shoulders began to bounce with the same rhythm as hers. Together, they began to laugh until the rest of the world faded away.
"I see you're awake now," he said, brushing his lips against her ear.
She wove her fingers into his hair, the way she always did.
"Yes," she replied. "Yes I am."
His face was turned so she couldn't see him, but she knew he was smiling. She could feel it. It made her smile, too.
"Chrom."
He turned his face to hers.
"Robin . . ."
"Robin!"
Robin looked up to see two curly pigtails coming her way. Before she even had a chance to sit up, the girl was throwing herself at her. Robin was pulled out of Chrom's arms, but she accepted the new ones. She buried her face into the newcomers neck, and stood as she wept joyously into her own.
"Lissa! It's so good to see you!"
"Robin, I-I'm so . . . so s-sorry that I m-m-made you sick wh-when you woke up!"
Robin tried to calm the girl down, but it was no use. Lissa only kept crying, and when she tried to speak, it only came out as unintelligible nonsense. Nonetheless, it was good to see her.
"It is a pleasure to be reacquainted with you, Milady," said a voice from over her shoulder. Robin turned to see Frederick, head bowed and arm outstretched. "You have been deeply missed."
"Oh, well, thank you, Frederick," Robin accepted Frederick's hand and blushed slightly as he bowed even more. Afraid that his back would break, she excused him, and he set out to retrieve the horses (or, as he stated, "To call upon their steeds.") Lissa decided to go along with him, and Robin was guiltily pleased. Not only was she still a sobbing mess, but Robin also wanted some time alone with Chrom.
And apparently, he wanted time alone with her, too.
His arms were around her as soon as Frederick and Lissa were out of sight. He spun her around and lifted her up in the air, twirling her around as if they were participating in some wild dance, yet only the two of the knew the steps. She knew that if someone were to see them like this, they would never think of them as Yilsee's King and Queen. No, at the moment, she figured they looked like two star-crossed lovers in their mid-teens, with the way the were going about laughing and giggling and such. But, did it really matter what they looked like right now? She highly doubted it. Once her feet were back on solid ground, Robin grabbed the front of his tunic with both hands and pulled him in close. Their lips met, and suddenly the world was fading away yet again, the way it always did when they were together. His hands found the hem of her shirt, and he let one arm wrap around her waist, while the other found its way into the space between her shoulder blades. Her hands moved off of his tunic and into his hair, and with what little space they had in between them, she closed the gap. There was nothing left between them, and that was good. She didn't want anything to come between them ever again. But soon, their need to breathe overcame their desire to kiss. They parted lips and stood in each other's arms for a few moments, not wanting to speak, not wanting to move, not wanting to break what was between them. But as time went by, Robin suddenly realized that there was so much she wanted to say, so much she needed to ask. Tilting her head back, she looked into his blue eyes, still wide and wild from their previous actions. She shifted a hand from his hair to his face, and gently traced the outline of his lips with her thumb. A ghost of a smile began to spread across his face, and he turned his head to kiss her hand.
"I'd recognize that look anywhere," he said. Then leaning in close, he whispered, "You're thinking of something, aren't you? It's ok, you can ask me."
Robin leaned in even closer and whispered back.
"How long was I away?"
