"Cherche, you really don't need to wash my coat." Trailing after her, Robin did his best not to sound desperate.
Brushing the tactician off, Cherche continued on her way to the stream that the camp was using for laundry. "Robin, I insist. I'm in charge of doing the laundry today anyways."
More concerned about the state of his cold arms than the admittedly deplorable state of his coat, Robin tried to tug his coat back. "It's really alright. What are a few bloodstains between battles? I'll just be taking it back now."
Swatting his hand away, Cherche adjusted her grip on the bundle in her arms. "You won't die if you don't have it on."
"Oh, that's debatable…" But seeing as he wouldn't be getting his coat back without it going through a few rounds in the wash, he volunteered to help wash the clothes.
With an amused smile playing on her lips, Cherche finally gave the coat back, not missing the look of relief that flickered across the tactician's face.
However, his joy was shot lived, as he looked from the merrily bubbling stream to his coat. Gingerly lowering his coat in the water, Robin frowned as the sodden material grew dark and heavy, much like his heart was at this moment.
Catching the mournful look on the tactician's face, Cherche stifled a laugh. "You look like you've just killed a man."
Turning somberly towards her, Robin said with all seriousness, "I feel like I've betrayed a friend."
Sighing, Cherche clicked he tongue. "Coats don't drown Robin, and even then you'd be doing a poor job. Give it here." Gently wrestling, and prying, the coat from his grasp, Cherche placed the wet lump of fabric against the rest of the laundry. "Now. How about you go draw up a nice battle plan and I'll get this back to you by the time you're done?"
Though she was all smiles, Cherche's tone offered no room for protest, and Robin could only cast one long look at his coat and wring his hands before nodding. "Just. Be gentle."
Rolling her eyes, Cherche promised to handle it as if the garment were made of the most delicate lace. And as the tactician reluctantly left, she shook her head in amusement. "Men."
AN: Hello! A long overdue update; I hope I didn't keep anyone waiting too long.