This ended up being shorter than I had expected for how long I had bloody writer's block again, and to be honest I'm not sure if the wait was worth it...I have big plans for the next chapter or two though, so hopefully that will make up for it. In better news, I found out how to get what I wrote directly from my phone into Fanfiction instead of having to go through my laptop, so yay! Hope you all enjoy, aren't too disappointed with the shortness or filler-ishness of this chapter, and don't forget to read and review! Gives me the will to keep writing!
She had never felt a family divided like she had caused, with many mad at her and only a few willing to understand...the emotional pain it caused was one that would forever haunt her mind.
Robin was just beginning to awaken when she heard a voice, one she quickly recognized as the king's younger sister.
"-Probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but I really am sorry about how Chrom acted." Lissa stated, and a slight nervous shuffle of feet could be heard against the ground.
"Robin is still within the land of dreams Mother...however we shall pass on thine message upon her awakening." Owain assured his parent, a pause filling the tent for a few moments.
"...Chrom will forgive her, she did save Lucina after all. And I understand her decision, if that helps any. So do Libra and Maribelle...I'm not sure about Sully, and Vaike is having about the response we all expected." She added.
"Mother will appreciate it, I'm sure." Morgan said, sounding like he was smiling, even if just a little.
"I...I never did thank you three."
"Thank us? For what?" Henry's voice asked the question, and the tactician could imagine his one eye opening slightly in curiosity as it always did.
"For taking care of Robin." The answer was so simple, so direct...yet the dark mage merely laughed.
"No need for thanks. We're just that INK-redible." He spoke a groan-inducing pun, likely with a large grin when he wasn't continuing to snicker.
"Indeed. Robin is important to us." The blond boy agreed.
"All that ever mattered to us was Mother getting better." It was a little odd to hear these three boys, all with differing personalities under their happy guises, agree so wholeheartedly about something...about her. The tent flap rustled as it was moved aside and someone else entered her tent.
"To take care of her without the expectation or want for thanks only means you deserve it more. Naga bless you." Libra was the one to enter, and he sounded just as thankful as his wife.
"If you say so." The closed eyed male obviously waved off the words, being what amounted to a priest of Grima to most meant he had no desire or care for Naga's blessing. "If you're divine dragon is going to bless someone it should be Robin, not a dark mage like me." His voice had become serious and just a little lower, like he was trying to hold back on being angry...if so the orange haired teenager couldn't figure out why, unless the attempted blessing from the war priest had insulted him, but that didn't seem in his personality.
"I believe I have used up all the good fortune Naga is willing to give me, I sit before you now after all Father." The blue eyed boy said his piece, which seemed to have the same end result as the one who had spoken before him.
"...I'm afraid I don't believe much in the blessings of Naga. It wouldn't be worth it to waste her powers of someone like me." It was her son's words that brought to tent to silence, unasked questions thick in the air...had he remembered something? The blond man gave a slight cough.
"I see." A simple response that requested no additional answers, likely the smartest decision.
"We'll let you three rest." With that the princess and her husband left, leaving only the four who had been inhabiting this small tent.
"...Morgan?" It was the boy's father who spoke his name, the black eyed teenager didn't know whether he was hoping for an answer or just some reassurance their son was alright.
"I'd prefer not to talk about it." It was the first time his voice dropped to a more serious tone despite everything that had happened, suddenly sounding a great deal like his father a few moments ago. There was only silence that followed, the extremely thin boy had likely nodded instead of spoke. After a minute or two the girl in the room began to feel restless, opening her eyes.
"G-guys?" Robin quickly realized that she was lying down in her cot, blankets pulled up over her and cloak hanging from her work chair...but she had fallen asleep leaning against her friend, meaning they must have moved her to this position while she slept.
"Robin!" Blinking and looking down her cot revealed slightly open eyes and a wide grin as their owner sat on the end.
"How are you feeling Mother?" In another blink the two other boys were beside the cot, looking a little worried.
"T-tired, still...weak t-too..." Despite her words the usually cloaked teenager pushed herself until she was sitting, her son holding her carefully up.
"You should be fully healed in a little under a week." Henry stated, pulling a small bundle of grapes from a bag and handing them to her as the remaining boys sat beside the cot.
"Th-thanks everyone." The tactician gave a soft smile as she pulled a grape from the vine and popped it into her mouth...after a few seconds a large grin spread across her face. "I'm GRAPE-ful to have you three as family." Keeping the stutters from her voice wasn't easy, but it was well worth it when blue and black eyes widened in shock.
"That was great Robin!" The dark mage began laughing again, this time almost hysterically, the blond quickly following his example...only her son remained silent, just like the first joke she had made. A quick glance revealed that instead of looking confused or amazed the youngest seemed to be upset this time, and while his mother wanted to ask why she decided it best not to try and push for an answer.
"...How a-are the rest o-of the Shepherds?" Another awkward silence filled the tent that the orange haired teenager didn't like, blue eyes meeting closed.
"...I'm afraid the camp appears to have divided over thine words, mine friend." Of course Owain wouldn't say it had been divided over her decision, because it hadn't been hers.
"I-I see..." So that was why Lissa had come to apologize for her brother and tell them who understood the child-like teenager's point of view.
"You didn't have to take the blame for us Mother." Morgan pointed out with a frown.
"Blame for me." His father corrected. "I told you two not to tell anyone."
"S-stop." She didn't want any more fighting among those she cared for, she was sick of it. "Please...d-don't fight over b-blame..." The black eyed woman's voice got quieter. "No m-more...please..."
"...I'm sorry Robin." She had begun to tremble again, no sleeves to fiddle with even if she had wanted to, and it was the robed boy who apologized first. The remaining two quickly followed suit.
"D-do we...know th-the sides?" The white haired time traveller got up and gave the inkwell, a quill and one of the many blank books on the desk to his mother before the other time traveller drapped her cloak over her shoulders.
"We are with you." The pigtailed teenager gave a soft, sad laugh.
"Th-that much is o-obvious Henry." She wrote it down in the book anyway.
"Mother and Father are on thine side as well, as is Brady's mother." A mere nod as the ink tipped quill was slide across the page to make letters then names. "His father is not." On the opposite page Vaike's name was written under Chrom's.
"Nah's parents are with you, Laurent's family too...Noire's mom brought her family to our side with her. Oh, and Flavia." Morgan added before the three fell silent.
"...That's i-it?" While fifteen, not including her, sounded like a lot it was truly a rather small amount in comparison to the whole of the Shepherds...the continued silence was all the answer she needed. "I-is anyone neutral?"
"Virion. Sully. Gerome and Yarne. Cynthia and Gaius. Say'ri and Tiki." More neutrals than Robin had been expecting, but she wasn't about to complain. The camp being divided like this was dangerous, anyone of the other side was unlikely to listen to her in battle anymore...but she could think of a way to keep everyone safe even if they were mad, even if they had decided to hate her. The Shepherds were her family, and she wasn't just going to sit by and wait for them to die.
"W-we have plans t-to make."
I put way more hints towards my headcanons on Morgan than I probably should, but when I eventually reveal his past I don't want it to come out of left field...no matter how much Robin is emotionally hurting right now her main concern is keeping everyone alive, giving her more strength against this newest development than she'd have otherwise. This divide among the camp will lead to a lot more in this story, especially the next few chapters, as one might expect. Hope you all enjoy, see you all next time!