Cracking her eyes open, Robin struggled to take in her surroundings in the dying light of dusk. Her back was against the rough bark of a tree, and a weight kept her from getting up. In confusion, she shifted, only succeeding in sending a sharp pain through her side. Gasping, she reached for the source of the pain, and after pressing against her side felt warm blood seeping through her coat.
Shaking, she took a deep breath, bunching her hands into fists. As she did, Robin finally noticed her left hand was clutching someone else's. Curled up beside her was Henry. Even in the poor light, there was no mistaking his pale hair and dark robes.
"Henry?" Robin whispered his name, fearing that she wouldn't get an answer. The mage was splattered in blood, and Robin prayed that it wasn't his own. Rolling him to his back, she carefully ran a hand over him, checking for wounds. All the while, she kept her hand locked in his, her grip slowly tightening in panic.
"-an't feel my hand."
Snapping her head towards his face, Robin scooted closer, ignoring her body protesting against the movement. "Henry, Henry can you hear me?"
The mage laughed weakly before breaking into a cough. "Loud and clear. But did you hear me? I can't really feel my hand."
Robin quickly let go, nervously rubbing her hands together before apologizing.
"Awh Robin, don't sweat it! It's better than being able to feel everything else. My head is killing me!" Henry tried to laugh, but quickly broke into another a coughing fit. He could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Not something he had to tell Robin right now.
Patting the insides of her coat, Robin looked for a potion or a tincture, anything to help the mage. She came up empty. Sighing, she shifted her weight to her arms and dragged herself closer to Henry's head. Crossing her legs, she carefully positioned herself before laying his head on her lap. Henry didn't protest, and Robin leaned back against the tree, hoping that he was a bit more comfortable. "What happened?"
"Hm?" Henry tilted his face back, meeting Robin's eyes. He blinked slowly, as if weighing the question. "Business as usual. You took as nasty hit though. But I paid them back for you." Gesturing vaguely at a line of bushes, Henry pointed towards their fallen enemies before letting his arm drop with a thud. "Plenty of blood, it was fun! Me getting these ouchies? Not so much."
Brushing back his hair, Robin absentmindedly tried to soothe his pain, not sure if coddling would do any good. But to her surprise, Henry reached for her hand before dragging it down to his chest. She could feel his rapidly beating heart.
"And they say you had the lowest heart rate in the company." She teasingly said.
Smiling, Henry quipped back. "Blood pressure actually. But whenever I'm with you I can feel it rising."
"Now's not the time Henry." Even as she scolded him, Robin could feel her cheeks heating up. She thanked the dark for hiding her blush. "If you're going to do this it better be done properly."
Squeezing her hand, Henry ran his thumb over her palm. "Gotcha! When we get back to camp the wooing will commence."
Biting back a smile, Robin used her free hand to gently run her fingers through the mage's hair, breathing in time to his steadily beating heart.
AN: Requested by Ickypicky892! I wasn't sure if you wanted male mu or female mu, so I went with lady Robin because I don't think I've written anything with her yet.
Flirting is best done when half dead and still dying. Thank you for reading and leaving reviews! I'm happy that people seem to like the chapters so far, and I hope that I'm not disappointing anyone who sent in a request.