I quite literally wrote all of this, beyond the first paragraph, in like six hours. It's not very long, but it right to stop it where I did. Hope you all enjoy, read and review!

She had never exactly considered herself the most comforting person but, apparently, she'd been wrong.

Owain had collapsed mere moments after his 'involvement' with the death of the vessel and her best friend was revealed, letting out a wail with so much pain his uncle had no clue what to do. A look to his daughters showed they were just as lost on how to help as he was, a glance to his sister and her husband showed they were no better.

"O-Owain..." Lissa whimpered, tears filling her eyes at her son's pain. A thumping suddenly echoed through the chamber, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance as the vessel walked towards the group. Her cloak swung with each step, exuding confidence and power despite her small size and childish pigtails.

"Stay back!" The king isn't sure who shouted, but several of the Shepherds stood in the path of the red eyed teenager...it only made those eyes narrow.

"I'd prefer not to force my way past you." Robin stated, the flames of the torches around the room flaring. He didn't know exactly why they all parted but it was for the best, allowing her to continue towards the still wailing blond.

"Don't!" The blonde princess held the arm of the war monk, looking desperately at him. "Libra, please...let her try." She begged, the girlish man and orange haired girl staring one another down.

"...Please, don't hurt him." Libra whispered, getting a nod.

"That was never my intention." The cloaked teenager assured calmly, expression neutral as she waited...a nod from him and she continued her path once more. Her expression morphed to a soft one of sadness as she stopped before the boy, quiet sigh leaving her throat after stepping in front of him. Small legs bent to crouch down, owner almost level with the collapsed prince. "Oh Owain..." The plegian breathed, sadness filling her eyes. His arms shot out suddenly, pulling her to sit on his lap with legs on each side and wrapping his longer arms tightly around her back.

"R-Robin..." Owain choked, arms tightening around the small teenager. Her wide eyes returned to their normal size, it seemed his actions had startled her. "S-sorry...g-gods, sorry!" She let him hold her, making no move to stop him but also none to return the gesture. The wailing had stopped but now his body was wracked by sobs, the blue haired man wasn't honestly sure if that was any better.

"You ARE the Chosen One, aren't you?" Robin asked in a murmur, the one holding her nodding frantically against her neck. "Always so dramatic." The words should have been insulting, yet they held an air of affection instead. Her marked hand moved slowly rest atop his head. "Heroes don't let the opinions of common folk affect them." It sounded disturbingly close to something the Mad King or Conqueror might have said, though sound advice for someone who needed to look passed the thoughts of others, which only caused concerned thoughts of her past that could be thought more about later.

"N-not-!" The blue eyed boy couldn't even disagree properly, heaving on his own attempt. "...I KILLED YOU!" He howled and clutched all the tighter, looking much like a small child clinging in terror to a parent...only for said 'parent' to scoff.

"We both know you couldn't hold your blade against Henry or I." The red eyed teenager pointed out, rolling her eyes. His shaking became worse, though no one could see his face it was easy to imagine the horrified expression he must have from the suggestion.

"N-never-" He agreed in a panic, cut off as soon as the word left his mouth.

"Then you didn't kill us." She sounded almost bored now, as though the situation was pointless after her words.

"I BROUGHT you-" The blond tried to argue, but she obviously wasn't having any of it.

"What have I told you about killing?" The orange haired teenager questioned.

"The only ones who are willing to kill should be those willing to be killed." He answered immediately.

"And what is my most important principle?" She barely let him finish.

"Protect those uninvolved in fighting above all else." The blue eyed man wondered how the sudden questions were supposed to help, but wondered far more how it actually seemed to be WORKING. The shaking and dire 'embrace' both had lessened a surprising amount. The smaller rested her forehead against the taller's own.

"I know Henry, he'd never be foolish enough to just let himself die on me." The red eyed teenager stated, a small bit of affection in her voice again as their eyes locked. "But he'd die without hesitation if it meant protecting innocents. He saved Lucina and the other children from an attack, and died in the process..." He tried to pull his head away, only for the hand previously in his hair to firmly pull it back by the chin. "Did you ever stop to think how we would have felt if we weren't there?"

"W-what?" The prince's voice broke a bit, confusion clear in his tone.

"What if one of the children had died because Henry wasn't there to protect them? What if multiple died?" Her free hand clutched at her side. "Or, worse yet, what if YOU had been with the other children and died?" A strangled gasp left his throat as she moved her hand back to his hair. "We would have never forgiven ourselves Owain. The guilt...we wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway." The blue wearing man felt his heart stop a moment at the insinuation.

"Robin..."

"I may have made you children's lives a living hell, but all of you are still alive. The Shepherds would have all prefered it that way." The vessel gave a pained smile. "So no, you did not kill us." She repeated, pulled back into a hug...she still didn't pull away.

"Thank you Robin." The myrmidon said sincerely as her face returned to the usual neutral expression, letting her go so she could pull away after a few moments.

"Let's go." The tactician responded as she stood, if he looked at her in confusion her face didn't show he had. "Henry is worried about you." She explained, getting a nod before the two walked away.

Chrom was expecting "it'll be okay" or "I'm right here" but that is in no way what he saw, she didn't even hug Owain back...yet her more unique way of handling it definitely worked. Perhaps this version is closer to the children's than expected...

Hope you all enjoyed, see you all soon.