"You haven't eaten a proper meal in days, I'm worried about you." Hovering over the tactician, Stahl placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to look at him. "You can take a break to eat you know. When was the last time you had anything?"

Glancing at the knight, Robin tried to brush him off, still focused on skimming over piles of paper and plans laid out in front of her. "I'm really fine. I've had some food. Just need to work on all this.." Trailing off, she turned back to her work, biting her lip as she tossed ideas back and forth.

"A glass of water and a slice of bread don't count!" Almost fuming, Stahl stood on the opposite side of the desk that the tactician was using, forcing himself into her line of sight. "I'm not going to let you run yourself into the ground." When Robin didn't so much as look up, he slammed both hands on the tabletop, making both of them jump with the force of the impact. He hadn't meant to hit the surface as harshly as he did, but at least it got her attention. "You need to take care of yourself."

Finally setting down the quill she was using, Robin shuffled a few documents aside before signing and looking up at the knight. "I need to make sure everyone else is going to be okay before I start looking out for myself. They trust me to keep them safe, and this is the least I can do."

Almost snorting, Stahl shook his head. "What use is that if you look like you're about to kneel over? If anything, everyone who's seen you recently are worried sick. Not to be rude but, you look terrible."

Robin stifled a smile. "How gentlemanly of you to say." She straitened up in her seat, stretching her back as she did. From sitting all day, her shoulders were still, and she could feel her muscles protesting at the movement. "But I'm fine really."

It was clear to both of them that Robin needed some time off, and Stahl wasn't about to let the tactician deny herself at least that. Running a hand through his hair, Stahl sighed before making his next move. He rounded the desk, as if to leave the tent. But as he walked past the tactician, he gently, but swiftly, scooped her up from her seat and more or less tossed her over his shoulder.

"H-hey!" Wiggling, Robin started protesting. "Put me down, I'm not done with those yet!"

Ignoring her, Stahl pushed aside the tent flap, already out and headed towards the mess hall. "You have duties elsewhere."

"Doing what exactly? I'm the tactician, I'm the one assigning the jobs. And mine is back there, so if you'd so kindly put me dow-"

Cutting her off mid sentence, Stahl didn't break stride as he interrupted her. "Cooking duty."

"What?"

"You're in charge of cooking today. And since you'll be doing that, might as well eat too. I'll help you. I'll even do all the cooking if you're too tired. You just need to eat something, take a break." Pleading, Stahl looked back at the tactician, fixing her with the most mournful eyes that she'd ever seen.

Frowning, Robin could feel her resolve crumbling slightly. And he did have a point about her not taking the best care of herself as of late. Letting out a sigh, she decided that since he'd gone through the trouble of getting her, and since she seemed to have genuinely worried him, she at least owed him this. "Alright. I'll take care of dinner."

Stahl narrowed his eyes.

"And I'll eat, don't worry."

Just a bit satisfied, Stahl nodded, and continued their walk down to the mess.

"I can still walk you know." The tactician ventured, lightly swinging her legs as she did.

"I'm sure you can. But how much more fun would it be bursting into the kitchen like this?" Grinning, he picked up the pace, laughing as the tactician yelled at him in mock anger, her own smile almost as big as his.