The first rays of the sun broke the horizon and cast their light over Stahl's eyes, causing him to blindly throw an arm over his face. Blinking, he adjusted to the steadily rising sun. From where he lay, he realized that he'd spent the night outside, yet in the balmy summer weather he suffered no chills from his stay outdoors.
Turning to his side he saw that his hair was mingling with the fair locks of the tactician laying next to him. A small smile played on his lips and he threaded his fingers idly through the long strands. In the light the tactician's pale hair was glimmering, a faint gold playing through the strands.
Stahl ran his hand down Robin's side, seeking her hand. He twined his hand through hers, noting that although it was considerably smaller than his hand, it was just as cut and calloused. No doubt from the countless hours the tactician had spent casting spells and taking up every weapon in sight. Pulling up her hand, he brushed her knuckles against his lips, her cold skin quickly soaking up what little warmth his lips provided.
He cradled Robin closer to him, as if trying to shield her still body from the rest of the world. "You always take on more than you can handle." He murmured quietly, knowing that she didn't hear him. Ignoring the onslaught of memories of a battle gone wrong threatening to rise, he settled from grasping the tactician's hand tightly, trying to keep his breathing steady. Though he could choke back the cries of loss from escaping his throat, he could feel warm tears prickling the corners of his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
AN: School's been taking up all my time, but here's a long overdue update! Spring break started, so hopefully I'll be able to put out a few more chapters before classes start again. If anyone has a pair in mind feel free to request! [As for this chapter, Robin's dead if I made it too vague.]