Robin was in her nightgown, she had just finished brushing her teeth. She took the towel off her long hair and brushed it in the mirror of the dressing table in her and Nami's room.

The navigator was changing into pajamas when she asked the archeologist:

"So, how's the situation?"

Robin began beaming at the exciting prospect of retelling what had happened since the two last spoke. She then sighed slightly, remembering the events from a few hours ago.

"That good? I'm gonna kill him."

"Don't kill him." Robin chuckled, as she started removing what was left of her makeup using a cotton pad.

"Yet." She added

Nami lowered herself onto her soft bed with a tired sound of comfort upon contact with the clean sheets.

Robin decided she ought to elaborate.

"Let me start by saying he apologized for yelling at me in the bunker."

"Good. You two had us really frickin' worried back there. I heard some of it through the door, it seemed really serious."

"We had a close call. I don't know if Chopper and Sanji told you, one of those bugs poisoned me. To think a tiny thing like that can wreak such havoc."

"Robin! Are you feeling ok now?" Nami raised torso off the bed in concern, looking at her.

"Yes! The doctor fixed me up, I'm good as new. I can't say the same of Zoro's ego though. He blames himself."

Nami contemplated this for a moment. She stared at her own hands in thought, they were resting on the sheets.

"He also…" Robin blushed, wondering how much she ought to disclose to Nami about the man who was apparently her beau. The smile wasn't leaving her face, still she decided to get up and walk to her bed, exposing the expression.

"He admitted he's become taken with me." She settled for "Taken with", knowing how much of an aversion to being seen as soft in public he had.

Nami beamed back at her, overjoyed as she scrunched her face up playfully.

"Oh my god. I'm trying to picture it, he probably looked so funny while saying it." She jumped up onto her palms and knees on her mattress. "There's no way he said the phrase 'taken with',"

Nami bounced out of her bed over to Robin's. She shook her roommate by the shoulder back and fort. "…what did he say? ROBIN. Did he say he loves you? OH MY GOD. He gave you a love confession?! Woah woah woah no way."

Robin was laughing. The jig was up. "Something along those lines."

"WHAT THE HECK?" Nami stared at her excitedly, her mouth hung open.

"…What did you reply?" She asked.

"I said I feel the same." Robin managed to keep her mature composure despite the infectious levels of hype Nami was emanating.

She hugged Robin in a move so aggressive it swung her off balance, it took some effort not to fall off her bed onto the floor.

"I'm so happy for you! You seem so happy!" Nami's eyes were watering up.

Robin was gently holding Nami's shoulder after having swept some of her ginger hair away. Her chin leaned on the back of her neck as she inhaled the sweet scent of a perfume with prominent notes of tangerine.

"I am so happy. I have been, ever since I became part of the crew."

"Are you going to tell the others?"

"It seems a little premature. To be honest with you I don't know yet how well this is going to work. I figure it's better not to stir up drama before Zoro and I know we can keep this going in a way that's healthy and functional."

"What are you worried about most?" Nami asked.

"Well…" Robin pondered for a few seconds.

"A few things."

Nami leaned back out of the embrace, feeling Robin's soft hand slide naturally off her back. The navigator sat down properly, cross legged‒ next to her tall, polite body.

Robin searched her mind, thinking about the way Zoro had left her in the Crow's Nest, and the way he'd almost died to the thing attacking them as she sat helpless in the glass tube… She remembered how he'd ended up completely shredded with wounds of every sort at Thriller Bark, disabled for weeks, covered with scars from Kuma.

"He's… So ready to die for me. So willing to die for any one of us."

Nami raised the innermost edges of her eyebrows in concern.

Robin continued:

"I know he's a warrior, and I know how much incredible willpower and loyalty he has in him. It's admirable. I would do the same for any one of you, and for him. But he shoulders so much. He should know he doesn't have to."

"I understand why that's extra difficult for you. What with your friend on Ohara." Nami replied softly.

"He's also… So closed off with his feelings. There is only so much guessing I can do about why. If he stays that way, and if I stay similarly private with my emotions … This relationship won't last long."

"He's not a man of many words. That's just Zoro for you." Nami agreed.

"He doesn't need to be. I like a good comfortable silence. I mean—I live most of my life in the library."

"… I just wish I knew what he was going through. Sometimes I might be able to help, other times it'd just be nice not to be kept in the dark."

Nami was laying back on her own bed, on her stomach. She fiddled with the corner of her pillow for a bit, then sleepily said:

"Well, maybe don't focus too much on the what-ifs and the anxieties. Enjoy what's been working for you. I think it's cool that you two are in cahoots after knowing each other for so long. It means you're actually in falling in love with each other, not some sort of mirage or assumption. Not that I know that much about this subject."

She yawned.

Robin turned the lights off, and said:

"You're right, but I can't say I know much about it either. So we're probably just out here guessing."

The two women pulled their covers over themselves.

"Good night, Robin." Said Nami.

"Good night, Nami." Said Robin.