I do not own Fire Emblem.
IT CHASES EACH OTHER.
It was a little routine the two had settled into. Every evening, circumstances permitting, they would head out to a open area near camp and spar; her sword against his lance.
One could tell they cared for the other though. Not only did the general give his charge gentle advice throughout their bouts, but their weapons never touched the other's own-or the other, for that matter. They always stopped a hair's width away, smiled at the other, then paced back twice and began again wordlessly. It had been this way since Eirika asked the crimson-haired man about it the first time they sparred. "Are you...afraid to hit me, Seth?"
Seth's eyes widened as they stared into her blue ones. He could tell her that he was afraid of ever hurting her in any way... "I could never hurt my charge, m'lady." Inwardly Eirika had sighed, but like always she smiled and nodded, then backed away from him to begin again.
They both knew. They were always chasing the other...but somehow, could never bring themselves to move that final distance.