"Robin?" Ananias asked, a bit surprised to be meeting the female tactician in the supply tent. "What are you doing here?"

Robin smiled at him, before answering, "Well, I thought I'd take a break from being all 'impressive' and 'talented' and see what it's like being mediocre and talentless for once."

Ananias raised an eyebrow in mild surprise before innocently asking, "Is… is that a jab at me or something?"

Robin chuckled softly to herself before calmly shaking her head. "Of course not," she explained reassuringly. "I just thought that after all those times you helped me, I'd take a little time out of my schedule to help you, that's all."

Ananias nodded understandingly. "I see." He then thought for a moment, before asking, "But are you sure this is alright? I mean, your schedule's pretty important, you know? Taking time out of it when you could be perfecting your craft… isn't your job as a tactician a bit more important than helping me out with whatever chore I've got myself into?"

Robin simply shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly with a small smile on her face. "Maybe, but as of now, my schedule's completely free. A workaholic like me could really use something to pass the time, you know?"

Ananias sighed due to the tactician's display of stubbornness and argued, "Yeah, but -"

Robin raised a hand up to politely silence the red-clad man. "Chrom and I have already agreed to and finalized the Shepherd's next move. I've literally got nothing else to do today." She then smiled, and added, "And I can't remember the last time I've been on supply duty. So how about it? Do you mind if I lend a hand? It's just this once."

After taking a moment to properly consider the tactician's request, Ananias released a weary sigh and rubbed his temples just as wearily before finally relenting. "Fine," he said. He then indicated towards the crate he had just finished carrying into the supply tent and explained, "We're just moving the new set of supplies into the supply tent. Simple heavy lifting, yeah?"

Robin nodded understandingly. "Okay, got it."

Ananias shrugged a bit. "Just because you got it doesn't exactly mean that you're up for it. Are you up for it?"

Robin gave Ananias a funny look as she placed her hands on her hips. "You don't think I can lift a couple of crates from Point A to Point B?" she playfully asked.

Ananias simply shrugged. "Kind of. I mean, you said it yourself, didn't you? You couldn't remember the last time you've been on supply duty, right? Can't exactly instill my faith on somebody who's had little to no experience with this sort of thing, you know?"

"Ah," Robin said. "So you're questioning my strength, endurance, and stamina now, are you?" she questioned somewhat challengingly.

Without missing a beat, Ananias nonchalantly nodded his head a bit and answered, "Pretty much."

"Ha!" Robin said, giving Ananias' arm a playful punch with a somewhat arrogant smirk on her face. "Well step aside and I'll show you just how strong your tactician really is!" She then made her way out of the supply tent to go fetch the rest of the new supplies that had just been delivered via wagon to the army.

Ananias sighed before crossing his arms and following suit. "I've always considered you strong," he murmured to himself. "I'm just saying that this might require a different type of strength that you're not particularly used to dishing out is all."

"I… never realized… just how hard… this was," Robin said while panting heavily. In all honesty, she had been doing a pretty good job up until now. She and Ananias were currently carrying the last two crates full of supplies, but that didn't change the fact that her back, shoulders, arms, and hands were killing her, so much so that she shamefully had to put her crate down to give her hands and fingers a break.

"It's not exactly hard," Ananias said, setting his crate next to hers, intending to patiently wait for her to be ready so that they could finish the chore together. "It's just different."

"No kidding," Robin said. She then stretched her fingers out a bit, before saying, "Not exactly the same as sparring with a training sword, I'll tell you that."

Ananias nodded understandingly. "Yeah." He then took one last look over at Robin and asked, "Are you sure you're okay? I mean, I could carry that crate for you if you want."

"No, no, don't worry, I've got this!" Robin said reassuringly, giving Ananias an equally reassuring smile for added measure. "Just got to put my fingers under here and…," she was about to lift the crate, when all of a sudden, she felt a sudden burst of pain coursing through her shoulders, "ah!" She promptly dropped the crate, clutched one of her shoulders, and squeezed it tenderly in the hopes that the pain would be mitigated somewhat.

Ananias' eyes widened in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I think I heard a pop or a crack!"

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Robin said, though even she had to admit that she didn't sound all too convincing. "Just… give me a sec."

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh. "That's it, we're getting you checked out."

"I don't need to be checked out!" Robin argued, stepping away from Ananias as he tried to approach her. "Just… give me another massage and I'll be fine!"

"I've given you two massages already and they haven't done anything except probably delay the inevitable. We're getting you checked out, and that's final."

"I'm telling you, I'm not – eep!" Robin cried as Ananias lifted her up and carried her onto and over one of his shoulders. Robin blushed a bit. "Ananias, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking you someplace to get professionally checked out," Ananias said, his indifferent and monotonous tone of voice making it seem as if what he was doing wasn't too much of a big deal to him.

"Okay, but do you really have to carry me like this?" Robin asked, obviously embarrassed with how this had turned out.

Ananias, amazingly, tried to nonchalantly shrug his shoulders, even with Robin laying on one of them, and answered, "I don't know, were you just going to continue insisting that you were okay and that you didn't need any help?"

Robin pouted. "Well…."

Ananias sighed. "A lot of people are counting on you Robin. We can't afford to lose you over something as silly as this."

Robin relaxed a bit after that. She understood where Ananias was coming from. "Well, I guess when you put it that way…." Just then, Ananias had apparently lost his footing a bit. "Ah!" When Ananias regained his footing, Robin asked, "Are you okay?"

Ananias grunted as he tried to readjust Robin into a better position onto his shoulder, and answered, "Yeah, it's just… I've never carried this much weight like this before."

"H-Hey!" Robin cried, the blush returning to her face. "What are you saying? That I'm too heavy?"

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly as light as a feather, you know?" Ananias muttered.

"Well then put me down! I'll walk to the nearest help myself!"

Ananias looked up to her. "You promise?" he asked.

Robin nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good," Ananias said, setting Robin down. "I was afraid I was going to have to have to carry you the entire way."

Robin gave Ananias a small smirk. "And yet you insist that you're not just trying to be chivalrous."

Ananias shook his head as he rubbed his shoulder tenderly in the hopes of reliving some of the pain he had inflicted upon it by forcing it to carry so much weight. "I'm not," he insisted. "I'm just trying to be useful."

Robin chuckled and smiled knowingly. "I know."

Author's Note #1: Have you guys ever carried someone onto your shoulders before? It feels terrible after you finally get their weight off of you. It's like gravity's pushing you down harder than usual for the longest time. :P

Author's Note #2: Female Robin's S Support will be next, and along with that, Ananias' special confession scene!

Author's Note #3: The next supports will Male Robin, Father, Tan'bay, Lucina, Gerome, Nah, Cynthia, Noire, Kjelle, Zephyra, Lumaria, Yarne, Laurent, and then Brady.