A few hours later, Luffy quietly entered the infirmary (or at least, more quietly that Robin though he could ever be). Even if it wasn't enough to not wake her up, she didn't let him know, and remained with her eyes shut. Luffy stopped right in front of the bed, and Robin could tell he was staring at them. She even felt his wide smile. Then, he took off his straw hat, and placed it in Robin's chest. She heard his muttered shishishi before turning around and leaving, as quietly as he came in. Robin remembered how protective her captain had been with his hat when she took it the day they first met on the Going Merry, oh the Merry, and let a single tear roll down her cheek. Her chest had felt warm since Nami and Chopper had decided to keep her company, but now, it was burning. Burning with joy and belonging. And with that feeling, she went back to sleep. She didn't had nightmares that night.


Iceburg entered the infirmary not long after sunrise to retrieve his painkillers. He had been shot on two nights in a row, so the sedatives were the only thing that had kept him on his feet all this time. He wasn't good at resting anyways. When he entered, he couldn't help but staring at the sight in front of him with a smile: There were three people in the infirmary's bed. The first one was the Straw Hats' doctor, resting peacefully on one side of the bed. The second one was the orange-haired girl, the navigator, muttering about money and treasure. Being hugged by her was Nico Robin, the Devil's Child, with a tear-stained face, and a huge, honest smile in her lips. One of her hands were on the reindeers back, while the other one was holding her captain's straw hat tightly against her chest. Iceburg thought that something indeed had changed since their meeting at Water Seven, and felt relieved, even a bit happy for her. He decided that the painkillers could wait, and left the infirmary with enough care not to wake up any of them.