Creeping around a supply tent, Olivia made sure no one was following her as she tried to sneak out of camp. More concerned with who might be behind her, she didn't notice that it was the person in front of her that she should be worried about. Stepping lightly, Olivia turned forward and smacked right into Tharja. Jumping back, the dancer quickly put distance between them, torn between fleeing the scene or offering her apologies.

She settled for the later and took a step forward, wringing her hands nervously. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I was just trying to leave camp without anyone noticing but now I've run into you and oh-"

Olivia was cut off as Tharja grabbed her hand and forced her to duck behind a crate with her. "Silence fool!" Quickly casting a look towards Robin, Tharja made sure that the tactician hadn't heard them. "Where you're headed is no concern of mine. But it will be the last thing you do if it interferes with my observations any more than it already has."

"Observations?" Poking her head out from behind the crate, Olivia scanned the field ahead of them. She spotted a few vague figures, one of which may or may not have been Robin. Or so she guessed, seeing as Tharja was only interested in the tactician. "How can you see anything from here..?"

"Intuition. I can tell exactly what he's doing." She seemed unconcerned with the distance between herself and her target. Standing up and propping an elbow on the crate, she rested her cheek on her hand. "Though, I wouldn't mind a closer view."

Olivia ventured to ask what the mage was doing, though she had a fair idea already. "Why are you all the way back here? You could just talk to Robin if you wanted."

Tharja scoffed, idly tapping her fingers against the crate as she continued her observation. "Such an obvious ploy for his attention is ridiculous. I'll do things my own way."

"I really think that talking to him would be faster for.. whatever it is you're doing." Shielding her eyes from the sun with one of her hands, Olivia squinted, trying to make out which of the figures out in the field was the tactician in question. "Is he the one on the far right?"

"Don't be ridiculous. He's obviously the one in the middle." Rolling her eyes, Tharja pointed him out for Olivia, in disbelief that she was unable to discern Robin from the other blobs dotting the area.

"Then is that Henry?" Both Robin and Henry had pale hair and dark robes, so it was a fair guess. Still uncertain, Olivia leaned closer, as if the extra inches would make it easier to see.

"How should I know?" Brushing off the question, Tharja leaned closer as well, certain that Robin was in fact the figure that she'd singled out.

Blinking, Olivia chewed her bottom lip, not wanting to point out the discrepancy in Tharja's answer. Sighing, she gave up. Intuition Tharja had called it. Who was she to question?

AN: Requested by DustedWithStars