Robin found himself seeing a lot less of Emmeryn after meeting Coran. It didn't affect him too much, though he would definitely be lying if he said he didn't miss the familiar face. He enjoyed his newfound cousin's company well enough, but he had only known them for a few days when it came down to it all.

By the day he knew Henry would be visiting, Robin had enough strength to pick one of his books up and read it, and he could get onto his wheelchair without help if he really pushed himself. Upon waking up that day, he mustered the energy to do just that, slowly wheeling himself towards the door after grabbing a book. Even the small act of turning the page was a step towards regaining full use of his muscles, after all. Emmeryn walked in soon after, smiling before pushing him out of the room. Robin could only assume she was there to take care of the visit and inform him of the day's schedule. He was right, and she did so as he ate.

"After you finish breakfast, you'll have your morning session with Coran. I'll be sending Henry and Tharja in that direction after they finish his check up, and you'll have an hour or two of visitation before they leave. Then, you'll resume your rehab until Coran decides that's enough, and you can head to either your room or the recreational hall. I recommend you choose the latter, as varied social interaction has a positive influence on most people."

Robin nodded, finishing his breakfast. The trip to the now-familiar rehab center was silent, save for the turning of the pages of Robin's book. The book itself was just some silly sort of novel about children attending a magical school, waving wands about and getting into all sorts of trouble with magical beasts, dark lords, and escaped criminals who turn out to be the protagonist's godfather and wrongly accused of betraying said protagonist's parents and murdering a large group of people with a devastatingly powerful bit of magic that decimated an entire street. Ahh, yes. Silly. Robin quite enjoyed the book, because despite the misconception of magic (they didn't have a single tome!), there were still things he was used to (such as dragons, and hybrid creatures similar to the griffons he knew), yet still new vocabulary that he often had to write down and ask someone about later. He'd found that Coran enjoyed the series as well, so most of his questions were answered by the short doctor. Speaking of them…

"Oh, Robin, you're here!" Coran exclaimed. Emmeryn waved at them before taking her leave.

"Yeah. Explain to me what a computer is again?" Robin asked, and Coran laughed slightly.

"I'll tell you after we get started. Come on now, take my hand, I'll help you stand." Coran said, approaching him.

"I always feel like I'm going to crush you with my weight." Robin placed his bookmark, putting the novel behind him on the wheelchair before taking their hand. Coran made an overly offended face.

"You barely weigh a thing. I could probably carry you if I tried, and I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not very big or strong." They said, helping him up as he laughed softly.

Coran kept their promise to re-explain computers to the poor amnesiac (ex-)tactician. As they slowly helped Robin to walk, the conversation derailed to that of how phones got to be what they are today. Robin was suddenly aware that the time period he had grown used to had been in a strange state of stasis, where no technological discoveries had been made in the past 3,000 years. It was weird to think about, but Robin supposed he would get used to it. That life he'd lived had clearly only happened in his head, but it'd felt so real... He wondered how all of his old friends were doing. Hopefully alright. Robin wondered if Lucina was born yet. Glancing in the mirrors that lined the wall and judging his own age, he decided she probably was.

"Let's try it with the railings." Coran said, slowly letting go of Robin as his hands found their place on the railings on either side of him.

Shaking his head of those thoughts, he put all of his focus on putting one foot in front of the other. He noticed it was definitely easier than it had been the previous day, but that wasn't any excuse to try less. His legs shook with every step, but that didn't stop him. He'd walked nearly the entire length of the railing when he stumbled, legs giving in. Coran rushed over to help him up, leading him back to the wheelchair. Robin leaned on them heavily for support, cursing himself slightly for his failure. That had definitely been progress though. He looked at the clock, seeing that they'd somehow been at it for a little more than an hour.

"That was really good! Let's take a break. We might be able to walk the whole way by the end of today."

Robin didn't answer, as he was too busy panting. As much as he hated to admit it, that small bit of walking had spent all of his energy, and he was sure he was sweating. Coran wiped some of the perspiration from his face with a soft towel, not noticing the door open. Robin looked in that direction in a rather tired manner, trying recognize the new people in the room. He failed at doing so from the distance, and suddenly Coran was swept up into a hug from a rather tall individual.

If he'd thought the height difference between Coran and Emmeryn had been entertaining, the one between them and Henry was even more laughable, as there was approximately a foot and a half gap between their heights. Coran's face was covered in both a dark blush and a multitude of kisses from the albino boy (who wasn't exactly a boy anymore, Robin realized). By the time Henry had put them down, they were laughing from the surprise attack of affection. Robin looked to the other figure in the room, who he determined to be Tharja. She was holding what looked to be a bundle of fabric, and Robin wondered who the child could be. In the timeline he'd known, the only children to come back from the future were Lucina, Inigo, and Gerome. There were supposedly two more named Laurent and Nah, but they had died before being able to make it to Robin's timeline. Logically, the child in Tharja's arms wouldn't have been any of those. Robin shook his thoughts away, tuning into Henry and Coran's conversation.

"H-Henry, you can't just sneak up on me like that! What if I'd been doing something really important!" They looked like they were about to laugh, despite their scolding tone.

"Well, you just looked so cute, I couldn't help myself!" Henry let out a distinct laugh, and Robin suddenly realized he was wearing a dress. Interesting. Either the lines of gender were very different in this universe, or Henry was just weird. Likely a bit of both.

"Gosh, what if I'd been with someone who doesn't know you at all?" Coran giggled.

"It's just Robin." Henry stuck his tongue out, hugging Coran. Coran didn't even reach his shoulder. The sentence made Robin wonder how he knew Henry in this world.

"Yeah. It's just Robin." Tharja muttered. She looked annoyed. "Remind me why I'm carrying your offspring?" So the baby was definitely not hers.

"Tharja!" Coran laughed. "You can't just call them 'offspring', that make them sound like... like some sort of animal." They seemed to be using neutral pronouns, so Robin couldn't quite identify the baby's gender.

"Yup! He's like a cute little marshmallow!" Henry took the baby from her, confirming in Robin's mind that the child was male, as well as revealing that Tharja had actually been carrying two babies.

"Why did you bring him with you, anyways?" Coran walked closer to Henry, who kissed the baby on the forehead before handing him to Coran and resting his head on theirs.

"Because poor little Marc wanted his coco!" The taller poked the baby's cheek, and Robin squinted slightly, making a vague assumption that 'coco' was a gender neutral term for 'mama' or 'papa' that Henry had concocted for Coran that Marc would use when he actually learned to speak. Though…

Marc? He hadn't been born in the time Robin knew. Then again, he'd also never met Coran. Perhaps that had something to do with it. The two parents had a rather affectionate exchange, and Robin looked away, feeling as if he were intruding on something privately domestic. Tharja walked closer to him, and noted that the baby she was holding was larger than Marc. It occurred to him that Emmeryn mentioned Tharja and Reflet having a young daughter at some point during his four days of being awake, and he had to wonder how many of his friends had children he didn't know about. Tharja sat in a seat she pulled up next to his wheelchair, and Robin noticed that she wasn't all over him like the Tharja of his memory had been. The Tharja of his memory had also been sort of strange, saying things that never made sense to him. Something about a replacement for someone else... He wondered if his twin sister had died in his comatose life. That was an odd thought, and he wondered why his brain would make such a choice.

"They're disgustingly affectionate, aren't they." Her voice sounded bored, but Robin knew her well enough to know she wasn't saying it with malice.

"Yeah... It's kind of weird." Robin agreed

"At least if Tiki was here they'd probably be less... whatever that is."

"Why's that?" He asked, and Tharja glanced at him.

"All three of them are together." She said, then decided to adjust her daughter's hair. "I don't know how they do it without anyone getting jealous, honestly." Tharja said. "I'd go crazy."

"Yeah, I probably would too." Robin looked at Coran and Henry, trying to image Tiki being sweet with them as well. "What's her name?" He asked, changing the subject and looking at the sleeping girl who had her face buried in her mother's shoulder. Her hair was white, and her skin was a rich colour that was darker than Reflet's but lighter than Tharja's.

"... Noire." The hint of a smile made its way onto her face. "She's a year old." Robin couldn't help but smile as well. He'd never seen Tharja seem so caring for another individual in a way that wasn't at least mildly creepy, so it was a nice change of pace.

"She's beautiful. Can I..?" Robin moved his arms, as if he were cradling an imaginary baby. Tharja nodded, carefully passing her daughter over to him. He adjusted her carefully, making sure she was comfortable in a way that didn't require him to use his weak muscles to hold her in place.

"Sometimes I think she looks more like Reflet than me even though I'm the one who gave birth to her."

Robin laughed slightly, and it occurred to him that this was his niece. It was strange, the extent of his family in the most recent days. He had discovered three new blood relatives in the span of only a few days. Noire seemed to be waking up, nonsensical baby babble coming from her mouth. He moved her slightly so he could look at her face. This was the first time he had seen a baby since the sparse moments he'd spent with young Lucina. The thought of Chrom's daughter made him feel conflicted, so he pushed it away, focusing instead on his niece. Noire yawned quietly, blearily opening her eyes.

"Hey. Maybe you should give her back to me. She shrieks like a devil when she's scared." Tharja suggested, reaching over slowly, in an effort not to disturb her daughter.

"I-I guess..." He felt oddly reluctant to let her go. Her small hand bunched the fabric of his shirt up before Tharja could take her, and she snuggled closer to him. Robin smiled.

"Huh. Looks like she likes you. Yay." Tharja relaxed, though she kept her focus on her daughter. Likely to make sure nothing bad happened. Robin held her securely.

"I never realized how much I love babies."

After some time was spent playing with Noire and having idle conversation with Tharja, Henry and Coran decided to join them. Not even a year old, Marc was set on the ground to crawl around a bit and play with Noire, with close supervision of course. The three mature adults sat in chairs. Henry, who might have been an adult but certainly wasn't mature, sat on the ground in front of Coran as the doctor played with his hair absentmindedly. The conversation topic was still on babies.

"Man, if you thought you were a mess after having Noire, you should have seen Tiki when she had Morgan and Marc!" Henry laughed, and Tharja rolled her eyes at her brother's exclamation.

"Wait, sorry for interrupting but," Robin paused. "You have twins?" Coran nodded and smiled.

"Yeah. We were really surprised when we found out, because almost everyone from her culture has a pretty low fertility rate." They explained. Robin really needed to figure out what the deal with Manaketes was, because he was about 90% sure dragons didn't exist in this world.

"Huh. What does Morgan look like?" He asked.

"Her hair looks super silly! Like a scoop of mint ice-cream!" Henry laughed.

"She takes after her mama a lot, pointed ears and everything." Coran pinched Henry's ears lightly, giggling.

"... What culture is this?" Robin questioned, because apparently whatever it was still had the telltale pointed ears of a Manakete.

"Ah, they're called Manaketes. They all have pointed ears, and their features are a little reptilian, especially if the blood runs pure. That's really rare nowadays, though. Tiki is the 'purest' one I've met, for lack of better word." Coran explained, and Robin blinked, digesting the information.

"Are their lifespans any longer than ours?" He asked. Coran nodded, looking a little sad.

"Yeah, more than twice as long. Nobody really understands why that is though. There's a lot of scientific anomalies when it comes down to them. They have really tough skin and sharp teeth, and almost never get sick. Scientists aren't really sure how people with such a different origin can evolve so similarly to humans and have kids with them. It's kind of weird, to be honest." Coran explained, and Robin opened his mouth to ask another question before rethinking that course of action.

"You know I could talk about something like this all day, so I should probably stop now and try to find a book about it." Robin laughed.

"You're probably right. I can help you find something if you'd like." Coran offered, and Robin nodded. A glance at Tharja showed her checking her phone, as he'd discovered the objects were called. He still couldn't figure out how they worked, though.

"We've been here for almost two hours." She tapped the device. "We should probably go. Miriel just told me some idiot is making a mess of the bookstore." Robin blinked, almost jumping at the opportunity to find out more about his old friends.

"Miriel? You work at a bookstore with her?" Robin questioned.

"Yeah. I'd rather not work there, but it was the best-paying job I could find and I haven't gotten my degree in psychology yet. My scholarships can't pay for all of college, and money's a little tight with a baby girl to take care of." Tharja told him, and Robin nodded. He had a basic understanding of what college was from his conversations with Coran and Emmeryn, after all. Though, he had to wonder what Tharja was doing in college at her age.

"What kind of person is Miriel?" Robin asked, and Tharja shrugged.

"I don't know. She's booksmart. A huge science nerd. I don't talk to her much, though." That was enough to confirm that it was the Miriel Robin knew. "Anyways..." She looked at the other two adults. "Henry. We have to go."

"Aww, can't I stay a little longer? I haven't seen Coran in hours." He whined and sounded disappointed, but the smile didn't leave his face.

"No. You can't drive, and Coran needs to work." Tharja said flatly, picking Noire up from the ground. She'd been doodling invisible drawings on the ground with her finger.

"She's right, you know." Coran commented, pushing Henry slightly to encourage him to stand from his place on the ground.

Henry stuck his tongue out playfully, picking Marc up from wherever he was crawling. Robin noticed that the baby boy looked like a younger version of Henry, with the same pale skin and hair. He supposed an albino parent was more likely to have an albino kid than, well, any other sort of parent. Coran got up as well, and everyone was standing except for Robin. He cursed his weakness. The siblings gave their goodbyes to the cousins, and Tharja practically dragged Henry out of the room. With that, they were gone, and Robin was left alone with Coran.

"Why don't we try walking again?"

And the routine returned to normal.

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This chapter also had some changes. The most important bit of it is that I changed which kids existed in Robin's comatose state. It went from Lucina, Kjelle, Inigo, Gerome, Laurent, Nah, and Yarne, to... Lucina, Inigo, Gerome, Laurent, and Nah. Basically, I got rid of Kjelle and Yarne. This is because I changed the pairings I had originally. I'll probably get into that a bit more in the next chapter though, haha.

If anyone has any idea what I should do with Frederick, Vaike, Kellam, Donnel, and Gregor in terms of romance, I'm all ears, because they're the only potential parent units who are single in this universe...