Lucina decided not to keep following Robin anymore. Once a week of actually talking to him seemed much better than following from a distance. Plus, he was quite safe in the castle she determined.

This meant that she had much more time to both earn a living, and to work on her carving once again. She wanted to make him something nice, but she was not sure what. Another bird would be a little too close to home for her, so she decided on something else.

She had plenty of experience making practice swords for her training sessions with Robin. Most of these were very basic and bland, however, she did occasionally attempt making more intricate designs. Robin even gave her a book cataloging different weapons from across the legends and ages including a sketch of Marth's Falchion and the Radiant Hero's Ragnell. It was quite fascinating, and she decided to attempt one of those ancient weapons.

The question was: which one? Should she go with the ancient Falchion? The brutal Ragnell? Or perhaps the fiery Sword of Seals? Well, that last one was probably beyond her skill level, and she would have to make it from memory after all. Ragnell was a fairly simply design, but it was also huge which would make it cumbersome to work with. However, an older Falchion might make him ask questions.

It took much deliberation, but she finally decided to take her chances with the Falchion. She started with a fairly large piece of wood to accommodate the guard. She modeled the blade after her own, so that was fairly easy, but the hilt was another story entirely. She could not remember the fine details, but she remembered the general design. It took several hours of work, but she believed that she now had a passable likeness to her blade's former appearance. She just hoped that Robin liked it, not that he would tell her if he did not.

Robin tried to make his visit this week look much less conspicuous, but he was having trouble finding a way to do that. No matter what he did, it just looked suspicious, so he settled with trying not to be seen which in and of itself would look suspicious if he were caught.

He periodically checked to make sure that his pouch was still securely in his pocket. He did not particularly like carrying that much around with him, but he wanted to make sure that Caeda got it.

He weaved in and out of the crowds as he made his way to the outskirts of the city. He could see the difference between the end of the war and now. Ylisstol had been severely damaged during the war, but the reconstruction was going well and the people were once again starting to thrive. He was not directly involved with the civilian side of the reconstruction, but he was glad to see it progressing well nonetheless.

Finally, Robin made it to the rendezvous spot-early this time, but she was still there before him. They shared a cordial greeting before Caeda handed him something wrapped in a bundle of cloth.

Robin unfolded the fabric to reveal a wooden sword. He gave it a few test swings, "Did you make this?"

"Yes, I modeled it after the legendary blade Falchion. Though I had to do so from memory."

"Falchion? Doesn't look like the Falchion I know."

"It is modeled after the version that the hero-king Marth used, or, what some believe it looked like. There is some debate as to its original appearance, but this is generally the most widely accepted appearance."

"Interesting," he looked from the sword to her, "So how have you been?"

"Fine, thank you. I have had more time since I have stopped…"

"Following me?"

"Yes," she went slightly red.

"Well, you certainly have a talent here," he gave the replica a once over, "Oh, and before I forget," he removed the pouch that he had carefully guarded on the way and tossed it to her.

"What is it?" she felt the hefty pouch.

"Money for you to buy some casual clothes. You would attract a fair amount of attention as you are."

"Oh," she looked down at her very blue attire, "I suppose you are right." She looked inside the pouch, "This is far too much for a single set of clothes."

"I know. Treat yourself to…something. Whatever you like. Maybe some paint for more replicas"

"That is generous, but–"

Robin stopped her with his hand, "It's fine, Chrom pays me enough for a small family to live comfortably. I think he might be trying to give me a hint that I need to get a family. Hopefully he won't kick me out if I don't get one soon."

"I do not think he would do that."

"No," Robin gave a soft laugh, "Of course not, but you do seem to know me and my friends quite well. I feel like I'm at a bit of a disadvantage."

"Robin…"

"I know, I know, you have your reasons."

"…Perhaps I could answer a few…less important questions."

"Alright," Robin decided to test the waters, "How old are you."

"Eighteen and a few months."

"That young, huh," he noticed her raise her brow and decided it best to move on. They spent the rest of the evening going back and forth. Despite her evasion of some issues, Robin found that he really enjoyed simply…talking to her. He enjoyed a good conversation most of the time, but for some reason, talking with her just felt…right.

A/N: I gave which sword she should do some though, and I eventually did settle on Marth's Falchion (I even referenced how it had two designs before Awakening). At least she didn't try Tyrfing's Awakening design.

Okay, maybe I've been a little heavy on Robin's buried feelings and such. I have an idea of how to proceed here, but I'm not entirely sure. Let me just ask, how would you take it if Lucina left for a bit due to…(spoilers)? It would be until her usual appearance in-game.