A/N: In case you missed Siblings you may want to go back one chapter. The sight was still listing the story as having been updated on the third for some reason.

Every day Robin seemed to make another small step to recovery. He was able to piece together two or three words by now, and he was becoming friendlier in general though his mental state remained largely a mystery. So impressive was his progress, that it was decided that he should try to go a day "on his own." In reality Frederick would be shadowing the tactician, but in his current state they doubted if Robin would even notice.

Lucina was not so sure about the idea, but she agreed nonetheless. Her misgivings did not go unnoticed; in fact, Cynthia was beginning to piece together everything between the two of them. All of the time they spent together; by the end of the Valmese war the time she spent with their tactician rivaled the time she spent with her parents and other friends. How her mood would instantly improve whenever Robin was around; Cynthia saw her sister smile more around the tactician than any other time.

Some signs required a more keen insight into Lucina as a person to see, which Cynthia was certainly in a position to have as her sister. Like the mere fact that she allowed herself to grow so close to someone from this time spoke volumes. Perhaps Robin had played an important part in getting that relationship rolling, but the fact that Lucina let it continue as far as it did meant that she cared deeply.

After seeing how dedicated to Robin's recovery Lucina was, Cynthia was left with little doubt. Lucina was many things, but she was terrible with emotions-especially her own; she may never admit her feelings on her own. She smiled deviously to herself. Lucina had nothing to do today so they might as well have some sisterly bonding, and if she happens to slip up about her feelings? Well, that would certainly be interesting. Was it meddling where she probably should not? Probably, but what if it was just the push her sister needed?

Lucina was sitting alone in her room with a book that she was pretending to read, but she was just not into those romance novels like her mother was. She was not entirely sure why her mother had loaned it to her; she knew she did not care for that type of reading. True, she did not quite know what to do with herself and all of her newfound free time, but the book only served to bring up thoughts that she would rather were not there.

Her disinterest in the novel led to her eagerly putting it away when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in," she called to her visitor who turned out to be none other than her sister, "Cynthia? Do you need something?"

The Pegasus knight stifled a snicker and replied, "Does a sister need a reason to visit her sister?"

Lucina raised her brow at her strange behavior, but she did not comment on it, "No, I suppose not."

"Good, now come on! Let's take a walk around; talk a bit. We barely even talked about you!" she started to pull her sister out the door.

"Um, okay?"

Robin was not really doing much. He had walked around for a while and awkwardly greeted a few servants in passing, but for the most part he was doing nothing of interest. Frederick was not entirely sure what he used to do in his free time, but he was fairly certain that he usually did a little more than this even if it was just reading. Though he did recall Robin mentioning something about taking walks to clear his mind, so he may have been trying to sort out his thoughts.

Honestly he was never particularly close to the tactician. That is not to say that he disliked him however. Admittedly he did distrust the man initially due to his incredibly shaky and unsubstantiated claims, but after their failed attempt at rescuing the Exalt he grew to trust him. At first he was certain that he had orchestrated it, but once he saw through his own rage and despair, he saw that the tactician had taken the loss harder than most of the Shepherds had. After that he started to lend the amnesiac his trust, and, while they never became fast friends, the knight grew to respect the man.

However, respect or no, following the man as he casually strolled through the castle was incredibly tedious. He did finally go somewhere of some interest though when he went to the garden that Frederick had been told had become a favorite of Robin's. Soon enough he had disappeared into his favorite enclave which the knight thought nothing of. However, after he had been in there for quite a while without making so much of a sound, the knight decided to discreetly check on him.

As he got closer to the enclave he could see no sign of the tactician causing him to hasten slightly. Once he got there he was surprised to find that Robin was nowhere to be found. Unsure as to what had happened, the knight started to search the enclave where he eventually discovered a hole in the wall separating the garden from the rest of the grounds covered by vines. He had been duped.

"W-why do you say that?" Lucina was taken aback by her sister's question. Their conversation had started out normal enough despite her sister's strange behavior. They simply talked and Lucina even smiled a few times at Cynthia's antics, but once they were secluded enough Cynthia's questions started to inch closer and closer to a certain tactician. It culminated with Cynthia abandoning all attempts at subtlety and straight up accusing her of having feelings for the tactician.

"Come on, Lucy," she put her hands on her hips, "I know you better than you think. Maybe even better than you know yourself, and I say you like him."

"I–" did she? She did not know. Maybe she did, but–no it could not–could it? Could it even work? Why not? There were so many reasons, but she still entertained the thought. Even if she did, there was no way that he would feel the same, right? Maybe he did. No! Of course he did not feel that way! He hated her; surely he hated her. Or did she hate herself? Maybe that was it. No, he would surely be disgusted by the mere thought of her holding feelings for him, he had to.

"No"

"What?" Cynthia was surprised by Lucina's response. She honestly had thought she would admit it once confronted. Was she wrong?

"I said that I don't have feelings for him! I can't…"

"Uh…" Cynthia froze.

"What is it?" Lucina just wanted to be left alone, but when her sister did not reply she noticed that something had caught her attention. She turned to see what was so important and froze herself as there stood Robin, face hard yet a slight trace of hurt as he clenched his fist and ran off in the opposite direction ignoring the princess' pleas.

She gave chase after briefly gathering herself, but soon paused as she heard something crunch underneath her foot. She reached down and picked up some daisies, freshly picked from the garden. Tightening her grip on the flowers, she ran as fast as she could. She did not fully understand what had happened, but she knew she had to make it right…if it was not already too late.

A/N: Hopefully this does not come off as rushed. I had considered an intermediate chapter, but decided against it.