Early before dawn Robin woke up with a start. How irresponsible of her, to sleep like that beside the enemy. It's not like her.

"Are you alright?" Feeling her move, King woke up and asked her in a low voice, "You are Nico Robin, right?"

"Yes, sorry I fell asleep on you like that." Robin answered and began to recoil in apprehension. She must not let him catch her. Even in this condition he is still dangerous.

"It's nothing," he replied and asked, "Why did you save me? What reason do you have to save an enemy and treat him?"

Robin looked into his red eyes. "I could not let you die. You are the last survivor of the Lunaria tribe."

"What's it to do with you? Why do you even care?"

"I read about you people once, in Ohara." Robin answered. "Your tribe played an important role before the missing century. As an archaeologist I could not let your race go extinct."

"You ... you are the last survivor of Ohara, right?" King asked, suddenly astonished. "I never thought of you like that. We always wanted to get you just to decipher the poneglyphs, but in fact... you're not in a much different situation than mine. You're being persecuted too, huh?"

Robin felt as if she was sinking into his crimson eyes. A wordless emotion has passed between the two of them now. A sense of shared destiny, as if they have known each other since childhood.

He knows what I'm going through, Robin thought.

She understands exactly what happened to me, King thought. He tried to get up on his elbow, but got dizzy and fell back to lying down.

"Don't try to get up yet," Robin advised him. "You lost a lot of blood, you underwent a surgery to heal your wing and sewing of all the cuts on your chest. I'm really sorry, we had to pluck a lot of feathers from you, it must be terribly painful."

"I've been through worse." King replied, remembering the experimental laboratory at Punk Hazard where he had been imprisoned as a teenager. "Can you get me a barrel of sake?"

"If your fever is down," Robin replied, "I think I should bring you some hot soup or something first."

"No," King objected, "Sake. I must renew my flames. Only then can I recover properly."

"Alright." Robin nodded, stepped out of the tent making sure to close it tightly behind her and went to pick up one barrel of sake from the pile collected next to the moaning Zoro. Zoro will need a few more days to get out of this, Robin thought.

Robin started rolling the barrel on a row of hands when Zoro suddenly opened his eye. "The bastard doesn't deserve to celebrate. Why are you bringing him sake?"

"Maybe he doesn't deserve to celebrate, but he also doesn't deserve to die." Robin answered. "You have defeated him already. No barrel of sake will take this victory away from you."

"That's right, I defeated him. I felled an angel, for I am the King of Hell!" Zoro growled his pain out.

"Now you both need to recover and accept this new situation." Said Robin and turned to follow the barrel she had taken.

"Robin!" Zoro called after her, "Watch out. He kills anyone who sees his face."

"Thank's, Zoro, I'll be careful." Robin answered.