"Robin please?" Stretching the last syllable of the word for as long as she could, Lissa trailed after the tactician, who was doing his best to balance the stack of books he was carrying while the princess bounced around him.
"Lissa, isn't this something you should be discussing with Frederick?" Truth be told, Robin didn't want to give a definite answer to Lissa yet, seeing as the knight captain would likely be more that a bit displeased at the princess being assigned to a more dangerous position.
"He won't answer me either!" Huffing, she crossed her arms and tossed the curls on her head. "It's not his position to be rearranging the army." Parroting back what the knight had told her, she pouted.
Robin couldn't help but grin at her antics, her impression was spot on. "What did you want me to do?" Stalling, as he knew exactly what she wanted, he nodded in thanks to the guard by his door when he opened the chamber. Setting the heavy books on a table piled with charts and quills, he took a seat and pulled out fresh parchment.
Lissa took a seat opposite of him, determined to continue their conversation. "I've been asking you to move me into the fighting!" She fixed him with a steely glare, daring him to try to escape.
She looked too much like Chrom, and stuck behind a mountain of tomes, Robin realized he'd made a tactical error in his hiding spot. Looking past the princess, he caught the eye of the guard, who visibly winced and slowly closed the door with a look that said 'good luck.'
He sighed, and set his work aside. "You are in the fighting. A bit too close for your brother's comfort truth be told." As a healer, Lissa was always around to treat soldiers, often getting stuck in the thick of their fighting.
"Well, I want to be closer. Not just in the back where you think I'd be the safest." She waved the staff in her hands, pointing the tip at Robin. "I'm not as weak as everyone thinks I am."
The tactician gently nudged the end of the staff from his face so he could see Lissa. "No one thinks you're weak. Maybe a bit young. But you're doing good work where you are."
"Chrom was my age when he was wielding a sword! What's so different?" Slamming her hands on the desk, she let out her frustration. "Am I too delicate, is that it? Why won't anyone trust me?" Feeling tears pricking the corners of her eyes, Lissa swiped at her face with her sleeve.
Rising from his seat, Robin circled around the desk and hesitated before putting a hand on Lissa's shoulder. "No one thinks that. I'm just putting everyone where I think they'd be the most effective. You've got hands for healing Lissa."
The princess refused to meet Robin's eyes, but didn't say anything else.
Tilting his head to meet her gaze, he tried again. "But if you really want some more offense I can teach you the basics to spell casting."
It took a moment, but Lissa finally shook her head. "No, it's fine." She straightened up. "I trust you. I've got hands for healing right? Just like Emm."
Before Robin could answer, she caught him in a tight embrace before prancing towards the door. Slamming it open, she twirled out, giving the tactician a wave before disappearing.
The guard poked his head in, checking to see if Robin was alright. Their eyes locked, and all the tactician could do was offer a weak shrug.
AN: Was Lissa too oc.