Groggily opening his eyes, Robin winced as he felt a dull pain in his head. Getting up on one elbow, he saw that one very concerned pegasus knight was peering back at him.

"Robin I am so sorry." They were the only two in the hospital wing, and Cordelia looked as if she wanted to place a hand on his forehead, but drew back as if a brush against him would cause more pain.

Trying to piece together that last moments of his life, the tactician felt for his forehead himself, finding that it was swathed in bandages. The clues clicked into place, and he gave a faint smile. "I fell, didn't I?"

Biting her lip, Cordelia nodded, looking none too pleased to confirm Robin's suspicion. "I. I mean, you had a good start. It's just that your take off needs some work. That and they say it takes someone pure of heart to be able to fly atop a pegasus."

Robin nodded sagely. "Suppose I'd have a problem with being pure of heart, now wouldn't I? Being part dragon and all."

Catching her mistake, Cordelia's cheeks grew red in embarrassment. "That's not what I meant!"

Robin laughed, and patted her hand reassuringly. "Hey, no point in denying the facts. If I were a flying horse I'd get nervous too if a great dirty dragon tried to catch a ride on me."

"You're not an evil dragon. I'd never think about you that way." Frowning, Cordelia gripped Robin's hand in hers, an almost mournful look in her eyes.

"I said dirty dragon Cordelia, not evil. But I appreciate the sentiment." He squeezed her hand reassuringly before lightly tapping hers again. "I'm also losing feeling in this hand so if you'd kindly let go."

Not noticing that the tactician's fingertips had gone white, Cordelia quickly withdrew her hand, apologizing for her grip.

But Robin simply laughed it off. "From what I learned today, you need an iron grip to keep hold of the reins, and it looks like you're more than able to keep one. Maybe I can start with that. I wouldn't mind practicing on a certain pegasus knight's hand to be honest."

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia finally smiled. "You want me to literally hold your hand through this?"

Smiling back, Robin nodded. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

A thoughtful look crossed Cordelia's face, and she stood up, finder tapping her chin. Looking down at the bandaged and bed confined tactician, she couldn't help but shake her head. In an almost resigned tone, she finally answered. "I'm sure we can arrange something."

AN: Hello! Sorry for the gap in updates. I didn't have much downtime during my vacation and I'm flying over to college tomorrow so it might be awhile before updates are steady. But requests are always open, and I'll be working on them when I can.