I was originally going to just time skip again (I have a timeskip problem), but found it far more fun to write the immediate aftermath of Morgan's little panic attack. Seeing as I have a rather rare opportunity here, with having Robin and Grima in a sort of 'fused' state at the moment, I decided to take a chapter to focus on Grima's thoughts and feelings as opposed to Robin's like normal; I also decided to elaberate on how exactly the body works while having two separate minds. Hope you all enjoy, read and review!

It was rather odd, in a sense; she had always thought in probabilities, whatever happened would be one of however many possibilities (though she often tried not to think about that)...but when she had her 'attitude' there were times where she instead was certain of exactly what would happen, and when that happened she was never wrong...

Robin sat silently on the ground, merely waiting to be healed because there really wasn't anything else she could do. The lightning seemed to have damaged most of her nerves, as any attempt to move only resulted in a slight twitch and a spark of pain...she had expected her body to double over by now, torso slamming to the ground because she couldn't hold it up anymore, but her body was instead stuck in a sitting position. Red eyes watched as Brady's staff glowed above Henry, healing the dark mage first...considering he had been the closest to the source he was the one to endure the most damage, but that didn't stop the distinct annoyance that the traitor was being tended to as though he was the army's greatest asset. Attention shifting to the side revealed that Morgan had failed to stop trembling, hazy black eyes staring at her, though he was actually simply looking in her direction...Noire sat beside him, hand squeezing his and trying to get him to speak.

"Morgan." Pale lips tugged slightly into a frown, the boy did not respond to his name, and managing to say it had been disgustingly difficult like this.

"What?" She had failed to notice the cleric had turned to face her with narrow eyes, evidently he had heard her...in return she merely glared right back, wanting to punish his disrespect but unable to at the moment.

"She wants to know if he's okay." The closed eyed boy said cheerfully, stopping what was quickly becoming an instinctual and mental battle for dominance. The blond turned to look at him, the previously glaring pair both knowing it was as good as backing down, before slowly looking to the other time traveller. "I'd like to know too." That wide grin finally convinced the noble, he took quick steps towards the lightning user (the younger tactician had been directlly at what was now his father's side when the older time traveller ran to them...had he dared to push her child away, or had the archer done it in an attempt to defend him?) and knelt to look at him.

"Morgan?" The name was spoken softly by the arrow user, but as the pigtailed teenager had suspected there was still no response. "He won't say anything...he wont move, except this trembling..." A cautious frown appeared on the face of the one checking him over, yet she already knew there would be no physical damage on his body.

"I don't...sense nothin' wrong..." She likely would have laughed if her body would have let her, even if he had sensed it staves weren't capable of healing a broken mind.

"And Robin?" The orange haired teenager blinked in mild surprise at the question.

"Henry-" The scarred boy didn't want to check her, though he'd merely tell the Plegian that she hadn't been hit so he wouldn't have to.

"The lighting stuck her some. I saw it." And there went that excuse. She opened her mouth, about to say the traitor and the others didn't need to worry about her, only to choke on the words from something that wasn't the current state of her body, and eventually deciding it best to just keep her mouth shut.

"...I'll check 'er." The idolization the children from the ruined timeline held for Henry came in handy at times, as it caused the blond teen to head slowly towards her, though it would be far more convenient if it were directed at someone more competent. "You're lucky Henry still likes ya."

"Luck doesn't exist." Robin's mouth twitch to make a smirk, though it appeared more like a grimace, both their voices low now that they were face to face.

"Ya should keep your mouth shut." Brady hissed, his face and tone were all that shifted...he was making sure the traitor didn't suspect anything. After a few seconds of focus, staff being used to try and pinpoint any wounds, he pulled sharply back. "The hell?"

"Is she okay?" The dark mage's smile had fallen slightly, concern now in it.

"She, uh...see, she's got...er..." The healer stumbled over his words as he tried to think of a way to word the damages that wouldn't worry the one he was now talking to anymore than he already was.

"Robin?" Dark eyes opened slightly and the red eyed teenager sighed, such worry was pointless.

"...Bit of nerve damage." It didn't calm him any, she hadn't intended it to. "Sit down Henry." Her voice became the familiar commanding tone the moment he moved to stand, he halted immediately. After a moment of the blond considering correcting her on 'bit' he nodded.

"Shouldn't take long." He assured the once again closed eyed boy, lifting his staff to begin the healing. The tactician let the healing continue until she's certain her body could move properly again, arm darting up to slap the 'weapon' away.

"Don't waste a limited resource." She responds harshly as soon as the noble opens his mouth, cutting him off...he takes the opportunity to refrain from completing the process and returns to the plegian's side while she rolls her limbs experimentally, the sparks of pain still occur for every movement but it isn't enough to really bother her.

"Robin?" The concern seemed to only become stronger, from the sound of his voice, the tactician shaking her head at the display.

"Fine Henry." This time the usually caped boy grinned widely, as though she had never lied to him. Pushing herself to her feet caused the sparks of pain, but didn't actually hinder her...slow steps lead her to the still trembling child. "Morgan." The lightning prefered boy made no movement and his mother gave a soft noise of annoyance. "Henry, have a crow call."

"Ok Robin." The white haired boy didn't question the order, simply following it...it felt almost refreshing, after his borderline disobedience earlier. "Caw, caw!" It was merely a human imitation, the orange haired teenager already knew the young boy wouldn't react.

"Caw!" This time it was an actual crow, the vacant eyes of her child focusing slightly until he seemed to finally notice her presence.

"Morgan." The young time traveller tilted his head slightly. "Let's go." He pulled from the black haired girl without hesitation, only for her to grab his shoulder and hold him down while glaring at his mother.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" The hexer's daughter demanded loudly, the face of the one she 'spoke' to twisting slightly in annoyance.

"I am having him go to my tent, where Henry can keep an eye on him." Her son's 'friend' faltered, anger fading as she realized what the other had been planning.

"O-oh..." The white haired tactician immediately began trying to stand again the moment the hand that had been stopping him was pulled away, only to stumble before he could even straighten.

"Henry." The called for boy appeared at his son's side, helping him up as the thug-like noble seemed to have decided it was time for him to leave. "Let's go." Spinning on her heel, the pigtailed girl took a step towards the camp.

"W-wait!" She turned her head, eyes trained on the girl who had cried out. "C-can...can I c-come?" The blink was the only sign of surprise.

"...Don't get in the way."

...I had way more fun with this chapter than I probably should have. One of the subtle differences between Grima and Robin is how they think/refer to Henry: to Grima he is a traitor, where as Robin thinks of him as a friend/old travelling companion. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! See you all soon!