Sorry this took so long, I got stumped on an earlier it of this chapter...luckily, I figured it out. This is pretty long, since it was totally on my phone...8 pages long, in fact. And 3, 478 words, before these added bits. So, hopefully you enjoy, read and review!

She wished she could forget the distance placed between them, and the confusing pain it caused.

When Robin went to breakfast the next morning she was extremely tired, her running mind from talking with Henry the night before had barely allowed her to sleep...she was surprised when she saw him eating alone, a frown on her face. She usually ate meals with Chrom and Sully, Lissa and Libra would usually be sitting there too, but it wasn't like anyone had to sit in a certain place or with certain people. After a moment of thought the tactician had made her decision.

"H-Henry? I th-thought you-"

"Coming!" The dark mage called, giving a wide grin in on the direction of his tent-mate before turning his head, giving her an apologetic smile. "I think the little mage called me, sorry Robin." The white haired boy said, standing and walking to Ricken...who looked scared, but he probably still felt uncomfortable around the other, likely why he had called him even though the orange haired teenager hadn't heard it. Cherche, who was sitting across that table with him and Minerva 'sitting' at the end, merely looked confused.

"Robin! Come on!" She turned her head, seeing the princess standing and waving towards her with a wide grin...Maribelle and Vaike were at the table as well, the noble sitting beside her friend while her husband sat beside their ruler. With a nod the childlike teenager headed to the table.

"You trying to sit with the newbie or something?" The king's wife questioned, looking confused.

"T-trying would...be the m-most correct d-definition." The black eyed teenager admitted with a sigh, sitting beside the spiky haired blond...it wasn't her favourite spot; but the knight was more likely to give her a borderline deadly pat on the back, the horse riding healer would fuss over her clothing and say she needed more feminine clothes again and the priest...though the reason was unknown, she had felt uncomfortable around him since they met.

"Why would you try to sit with that...mannerless cur?!" The Valkyrie demanding, looking rather annoyed.

"I-"

"I wouldn't call him 'mannerless' Mari, I'd call him nuts!" Her husband laughed loudly, cutting off the person beside him...said woman had the sudden urge to glare or snap at him, another sign the closed eyed boy hadn't been lying about their past together, but she refrained.

"Vaike." For a moment there was no shyness and she sounded annoyed, causing everyone to look at the sword and magic user...she coughed softly, looking away from them. "It's...not r-right to insult your c-comrades, no m-matter what you think o-of them." She finished, looking briefly at the umbrella carrier. "...Th-That goes for you t-too Maribelle." The cloaked teenager added softly, beginning to eat her meal. She tried to ignore the feeling of being stared at.

"...I agree with Robin." The queen stated, and the pigtailed teenager had to remind herself not to falter in her eating just because she had someone agree with her.

"You do Sully?" The man with a tendency to lose his axe never had called the Shepherd members by their titles.

"Of course." She agreed.

"Insulting your comrades, truly insulting them, will make it more difficult for them to work with you...it may become hard for others to trust you as well." Chrom pointed out, causing his self-proclaimed rival to look thoughtful...the original group of Shepherds, the amnesiac included, had become a tightly knit group that could insult each other without any real worry about repercussions even before the first war, and they had only become even closer as the army grew more seemingly each day.

"Besides that, 'Henry' is obviously pretty unstable-that's not an insult, it's a statement-so getting yourself on his bad side seems like a pretty bad idea." The armour wearing female explained, the others agreeing with her while Robin found herself becoming defensive.

"Just because we fight it doesn't mean we don't have our own fragile hearts." She reminded them, it was something the Shepherd themselves had taught her...stutters has left, revealing her to have become angry. "And that includes Henry." With that the cloaked teenager stood, deciding she was done with the group for now.

"Robin-" Chrom began to speak, likely to try and calm her down, since the sunlight was hitting in just that way to make her eyes appear red.

"She's right." The currently red eyes snapped to the side, seeing an almost nervous looking Lucina standing beside the table. "Henry is just as much a member of this team as anyone else. Just as human, even if he doesn't always act it." Lucina had never really agreed with the other teenager; even though the others hadn't noticed, beyond perhaps Miriel, the time traveller had always seem cautious and distrusting of the other. Knowing that, Henry must-

"He must have been a decent guy in your time, huh?" The fact that Vaike had figured it out too was...odd, at best.

"Yes. Far more really." The blue haired girl agreed. "He..." She trailed off, looking at the boy they were talking about...who was paying considerable attention to the wyvern at the table. A deep breath was taken before the voice became quiet, obviously not wanting him to hear. "He had someone he was very important to...he would do anything for them. He was the...the first to die, trying to protect his friends and their families. After he did, the person who cares for him lost the will to fight, to speak...even think. They died as well, shortly after. The Shepherds, which consisted of old members and those who have or will join this army...they were dealt a horrible blow that day, to lose two very powerful members. It wasn't long until Grima showed up." The girl with the Exalt Mark in her eye looked down, trembling a bit as though she could see it in front of her now.

"...Did you see it happen?" Sully was showing herself to be a protective mother who wanted to help her child as best she could.

"...Yes." Her daughter murmured softly. "I was with you, Mother...it wasn't supposed to be dangerous. All of the parents and children were there, it was supposed to be a picnic, but...but things went horribly wrong..."

"Henry protected you?" Maribelle was rather obviously surprised, probably because of what they had been discussing a minute ago.

"And the other children, without a moment of hesitation." It was clear by the look on the girl's blue eyes that she was serious, she could remember it...and also wouldn't stand for someone insulting her protector.

"All of them?" Libra really wasn't much of a talker during meals, but he still enjoyed their company enough that he didn't mind sitting with his wife's family and friend...he had grown up as a devoted follower of Naga, who had apparently made it clear in teachings that children should be protected above all else, the fact that the white haired boy had done so despite being a follower of Grima must have been quite the shock for him.

"All of them. With his life. He...he didn't even have one."

"No kids...nothing to carry on his noble deed, and no one to teach of his good." The red haired woman muttered, looking down. "No one to carry on that surprisingly kind heart, and no one to protect for him..."

"Yes, that's right..." The swordswoman confirmed, looking away from the group. The orange haired teenager had calmed down, the sun had moved so her eyes were back to normal as well...she wanted to get away from this conversation, didn't want to think of the dark mage dying.

"Y-you still haven't e-eaten, right L-Lucina?" Several eyes looked at her, the desired blue among them, she had noticed the tray in the other's hands after all. "You sh-should take th-the chance to eat w-with your family a-again. I-I was just l-leaving anyway." A shy smile, forced for the orphan's sake...but it wasn't returned.

"Robin, you don't need to-" The smile at Lissa, for worrying, was more genuine.

"I have a-a book I wanted t-to study some before we l-leave anyway." The pigtailed teenager assured the other. "I-I'll see you a-all later." She grabbed her own tray, which had barely been touched, and carried it back to her tent...the others would have only worried more if she had left it at the table, and she might manage to peck at it a bit while reading.

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It was completely natural for the human body to become tired, or even require more sleep, if someone's mind was constantly running at full power. Being the tactician of the group meant Robin's job in the army was to do exactly that, thinking of millions of tactics and constantly reading tactic books to keep her skills as up to date as possible encase something happened was just the life she lived...it was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make, considering the friends and effective family she had gained among the Shepherds. Unfortunately, one of the side effects to this way of life was to frequently lose conscious when not in danger, including while they were travelling. Since animals all showed clearly that they were uncomfortable or felt in danger in the orange haired girl's presence they had little choice but to have someone carry her when this happened...Gaius ended up being the one to do so, as he had grown an odd fondness for the shy teenager, and his quick reflexes would keep her out of danger if they were attacked. Miriel had been adamant about Vaike not being allowed, as he was likely to lose her just as he had his axe, and Chrom had to actively lead everyone. Libra had offered once, but for some reason the thought of him carrying her made her want to run away screaming.

"This happened during the last war too, so it means she's fine." The pigtailed teenager could hear Vaike speaking, the thief had adjusted her a bit and caused her to briefly awaken.

"It does not mean she's fine!" Maribelle argued loudly, her equally blonde best friend having to remind her to be more quiet or she'd wake the sleeping black eyed girl...or draw the enemy to them, neither would be any good. "It means whatever was wrong last time is still wrong now." It was a wonder how the two had been together for even a few minutes, let alone married for a little over two years, when they where such complete opposites...a noblewoman and a street rat, somehow kept from arguing over everything. It was almost like something from a children's storybook.

"So then...what IS wrong with her? Once the war was done before she was fine again." Now that the spiky haired blond had been convinced that their genius friend indeed had something wrong with her he was worried.

"...We don't know." Chrom admitted, making sure to keep his eyes open for any sudden movement that may betray an ambush...Fredrick was wordlessly helping with that.

"I hope we can figure out whatever it is this time, so we can help her. I...if nothing else I want Robin to be able to see the world, and everything pretty in it, instead of just battles or where we put our camps. Maybe it could help her finally regain her memory...or at least have new ones to add." Lissa added, sounding sad.

"Lissa...the dark mage Tharja said the marks on her cloak are those of the Grimleal. That would mean she's from Plegia, my dear, and likely rather high up in the Grimleal at that." Libra tried to remind his wife, who only huffed. There was a sudden snap behind them, and Gaius stopped moving.

"...Nya ha ha! I bet Risen bones break the same as this stick!" The laugh, and dark humor, made it rather obviously Henry...though the timing was too perfect to be an accident. The war monk had said she was a follower of Grima, while Henry had made it clear from the night before that she had severely hated the Grimleal...though he hadn't told the others about them having a shared past he must have taken the words as an insult. After making sure that was all the army started moving again.

"...You don't really believe she's a Grimleal, do you? We've seen that people who follow Grima closely are...odd, at best. Robin may be shy, and she changes when mad or in battle, but I refuse to believe she could be part of such a...a horrible group!" The royal healer argued, making sure to be quieter than her friend.

"...She has made it clear that she feels uncomfortable around me, as someone who was high within the Grimleal would." A moment later a screech resounded around them, causing the everyone to freeze.

"I didn't mean to do that Crow." The white haired boy again...yes, he definitely took it as an insult. After a few minutes to be sure no one was heading at them they continued on, the childlike teenager falling asleep during the wait, only to be awoken when they moved.

"Libra, I love you, you know that. But you look like a girl...that's a pretty good reason for her to feel uncomfortable around you." The blue eyed blonde pointed out.

"Pretty much everyone does, Bubbles isn't alone in that.I'm the same really." The green eyed man spoke, not exactly usual during their travels. The nickname was because she was soft and cute, flying high with her abilities like a bubble; but would also pass out, as though falling to the ground, and her anger always burst...no one could disagree with it being a suitable nickname.

"Yes...I suppose being a devoted follower of Naga may have nothing to do with Robin's discomfort." The once priest relented, sounding happier.

"Besides, if she was Grimleal wouldn't she argue with you about what god to pray too? Besides, I've heard her call out to Naga before, same as us." Of course it would be the Fighter to point out the obvious.

"Exactly! Robin follows Naga, there's no way she'd pray to some god of destruction." Sully agreed, the first time she'd spoken in this conversation...the one they spoke of had saved her life more times than she cared to count, so having her borderline an enemy was just too ridiculous to think about. They changed topics shortly after that, but the cloaked girl couldn't make any of it out, falling back into unconsciousness.

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"Robin, it's time." Chrom's voice, and his hand gently shaking her shoulder, awoke the teenager. She was placed down by her carrier, he stepped back so she could easily assess the area.

"B-Bandits?" Robin questioned, though there was little point; she could tell almost, if not all, of the situation from a mere glance...that was the only reason her sleeping when they got into a fight wasn't a big deal. Her best friend beside her made a small noise of confirmation. "And th-that boy is fighting them t-too...the buildings h-here still have a-at least one person in each, and p-potentionally threats to the bandits, it's o-obvious because of them being slightly c-cautious in their movements." She opened her mouth again, only to be cut off.

"Oh gods...Owain." Lucina let out a groan, drawing the tactician's attention.

"O-Owain?" She questioned, looking at the boy.

"Lissa's son from the future." Gaius explained softly, receiving a nod of understanding.

"Lissa, go with Fredrick and get your son...he'll surely help us if you ask. Libra, go with Sumia and take out the bandits farthest from us. Maribelle, take Gaius and sneak up on the closest group. Virion, don't let anything near Olivia." Chrom relayed the orders, everyone starting to move out. "Ricken, you're with Cherche...try to get those farther enemies. Henry, you're with Ro-"

"I'll help Ricken." There was barely time to process the apparent change of the plan before the dark mage jumped onto the dark knight's small horse, and they were heading towards the area the pigtailed girl had ordered...it wasn't exactly a bad plan, but she had planned to have the white haired boy fighting with her so she could be sure he didn't get distracted by her fighting again.

"Robin? What now?" The king asked his friend.

"This...this c-could work. I-I guess me a-and you could-"

"I'll fight with Robin." His daughter spoke up, surprising the two. The orange haired teenager hadn't seen the apparent blue haired princess fight in something in the range of three years, so learning how much better she had gotten would admittedly be beneficial.

"A-alright." The fire user agreed with a nod.

"Everyone else, protect the caravans!" No one complained about not fighting, quickly moving to surround their supplies.

"Chrom, L-Lucina...let's g-go." A nod from them both and they were off to help.

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"Hello, Lucina." Owain was blond, as expected with two parents of the same hair colour, but it was spiky as well...the black eyed teenager assumed it was something from his mother's side, since his uncle had spiky hair as well.

"Owain." Lucina didn't really seem to have any idea how to talk to her cousin, and actually looked a little uncomfortable.

"H-hello." Robin managed to speak, with speech like he usually seemed to have it would be nerve wracking at best to talk with him.

"...Robin?" She was rather surprised he knew her name, giving a blink and a nod.

"The paintings kept of you within my brick home truly held your essence." He grinned and she just blinked again.

"Um...e-excuse me?" The tactician questioned, she was amazed anyone could ever understand him.

"The paintings kept of you in the castle actually look like you." The blue haired girl explained, her family and the orange haired teenager looking at her in shock while she looked away.

"...I-I'm surprised there are p-paintings of m-me in the c-castle...but I'm g-glad they l-look like me." The shy teenager had a confused smile, but it was still a smile.

"But of course! A hero of my homeland such as yourself deserves paintings in your image, a stone statue in your memory even!" The blue eyed boy insisted with a wide grin...his cousin didn't exactly look pleased with him at the moment.

"A...h-hero?" The thought was...unbelievable.

"You're already a hero Robin!" The sword loving prince had gotten his enthusiasm from his mother, that much was obvious.

"You have saved each person here, except Lucina and Owain, more times than any of us are capable of keeping track of Robin. And not just the people here, countless innocent people and Ylisse itself have been saved by your quick thinking and planning, my friend." Chrom agreed with a hand on her shoulder, smiling reassuringly at her.

"You're practically a member of the royal family Robin!" Lissa agreed, a large grin of her own.

"Once this is over we'll have a few paintings made, and maybe that statue...you more than deserve them." The pigtailed teenager smiled shyly at the royals, their significant others and even the other Shepherds agreeing loudly about the paintings and whatnot.

"She doesn't 'deserve' any of that Owain, she's the reason-" The voice of the future princess was soft, but the cloaked girl was able to hear them as her friends began making plans for her memorials.

"Lucina." The boy said her name softly, but it was certainly not happily. "That is not the whole story, and you know it. No matter what happened after, she deserves praise and love for how much she helped everyone we cared about...yes, things did not stay so bright. But you cannot tell me you would be immune to what happened should you have been in her position, and if you try it is a lie." He was defending a person he only remembered from paintings, if his surprise of how accurate they were was any indication...his mother must have spoke highly of her, in his future.

"Robin?" Maribelle caught her attention with the soft question of her name.

"W-what?" The magic preferring teenager hadn't been paying much attention to her friends, causing her to be uncertain why she was being spoken to.

"We were thinking of stopping nearby, taking a lunch break...does that sound good?" A nod of agreement.

"Sorry g-guys...still tired I-I guess." She apologized, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Come on Bubbles, climb on." Gaius knelt down, allowing her to climb into his back as they started towards a small place to make a temporary camp. She tried to look back at Henry, but his attention was also on the time travelling royals, despite that they had stopped talking now...she just wanted to talk to him, it hurt that he had been rather obviously avoiding her, even without her memories he had been a close and dear friend that she wanted to get to know all over again...

I have found that Henry's puns aren't the only bane of this story...so too is Owain's speech. Ever. Thank god he speaks normally to Lucina...he can't remember much of his Robin, but he knows from the stories their parents told that she was protective of her friends and did everything she could to protect innocent people...despite her becoming Grima he refuses to blame her for that, and hints here that there was a reason behind it that he can more than understand. He's far more understanding than his cousin, it would seem. If anyone has ever heard the "Nylocke's Theme" from "TOME (Terrain of Magical Expertise)", my friend who helps me with Henry's puns and I agree that it fits Owain to a T. If you haven't heard it than look it up on youtube, you'll see exactly what I mean. Anyway, hope to be back soon. See you next time.