Chapter

The Exalt wasn't someone that Robin saw regularly. He occasionally saw her as he crated books and notes from one end of the palace to the other, glimpsing her as she glided from meeting to meeting. From their few interactions the tactician had gathered that Emmeryn was truly as gentle and kind as the rumors said. With dignified ease she moved through her court, dealing with matters and settling them in the most peaceful way possible.

Quite a contrast to his own usual methods. Most of which involved tactics that left the enemy in shambles, most of the opposition dead or dispersed. Though Emmeryn's and Chrom's methods of operation were different, both strove for peace. And unfortunately, Emmeryn never was given a chance to put her ideology into action at full force.

"Your Grace?" Robin called out softly to the occupant of the tent, though he expected no answer. In the days that had passed since the Shepherds had found the lost Exalt, Emmeryn had said little. And what little she did said were simply broken sentences, more questions than anything. Pushing aside the canvas flap, Robin excused himself as he let himself in. With him was a small tray of food. Chrom was still beside himself in grief and couldn't yet bear to see his sister, and Lissa wept at the mere mention of Emmeryn's name. And so they insisted that he, at least for a while, take care of her for them.

Emmeryn sat on a chair piled with cushions, the most comfortable they could make while still on the road. From her seat, she raised her head, eyes locking with the tacticians. For a moment, Robin thought that he was staring back at the woman once brimming with grace and confidence. But the slightly dazed look in her eyes ruined the illusion.

Smiling, Robin placed the tray on the table. "How's it going today, Your Grace?"

A look of confusion crossed Emmeryn's face. "Where...we...going?"

Sliding into the seat next to her, he shook his head. "No, it's...It's just an expression. It means "how are you feeling?"

She blinked, weighing the thought before answering. "I...am well..."

"That's wonderful! Truly it is! If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask." Any answer was a good answer. Perhaps if he kept talking to her, he could help her regain some of her memory. Whether it be prompting her to remember or filling in the blanks himself.

She was slightly taken aback by Robin's slew of words, searching for a way to answer.

Robin continued. "I could tell you all about what happened before you returned." The details of Emmeryn's disappearance and her return were shrouded in mystery. But he could tell her what the rest of the company had been faring for the past months.

She tilted her head slightly. "Before I...returned?"

"Right! Chrom defeated Gangrel and then stopped a huge Valmese invasion! It hasn't been a field of roses, but Chrom strives for peace in his own way. He's keeping your dream alive." Robin was unsure if Emmeryn remembered much about her brother. The least he could do was try to jog her memory. Or build a base for her to begin with. "Your brother is a fine ruler, and his people love him. I know you'd be proud of that. Hopefully you can tell him one day."

"Chrom.." Emmeryn tested the name. Looking for some sort of familiarity, but finding none.

The troubled look on her face gave away as much, and Robin reassured her. "Oh, but no rush, of course. There'll be plenty of time once more of your memory returns."

She nodded. "Y-yes... My memory." Emmeryn fidgeted, absentmindedly fiddling with a loose thread on one of the many plush cushions.

Robin gently prompted. "I think it would mean a lot to him to hear it."

Emmeryn looked back up, meeting Robin's gaze. "Mean...lot...to him? ...Or you?"

Not expecting the question, or the intense looks in her eyes, Robin paused before stuttering out. "W-well, yes. I suppose it would mean something to me as well."

His answer was enough, and looking back at the loose threads of the cushions, Emmeryn breathed out. "All...right."

AN: the script is lifted from their support so nothing special

me dio: I couldn't remember if Robin and Emmeryn had any non support interaction.