"Not a step closer." Panne barred her teeth at the advancing tactician, and while she was still transformed, her voice came across sounding disorienting, a growl underlying every word.
"Look, we don't have time for this." Holding out the healing staff, Robin shook it impatiently. "I'm not very good with these yet. I need to at least have a hand on you for this to work."
"I'd die before taking help from the likes of you." Not that she wanted to die, but the thought of putting her trust in this man, or anyone's hands, was not something she was keen on.
"You agreed to work with us, so you'd best cooperate." He dared to take another step towards her, eyes not breaking contact with hers. A heavy pause strained, but in the background they could hear the sounds of the battle going on around them.
Making a noise of disgust, Panne finally shifted back into her normal form.
Taking it as a sign that he'd be allowed to help, Robin took a knee, hesitating before placing his hand next to the gash along Panne's leg. "Alright. This should be quick." Concentrating, Robin focused his energy on stitching the wound back together. The blue glow of the staff cast both of their faces in its light. It took longer, but the cut was sufficiently healed.
Nodding to himself, the tactician got back to his feet, offering a hand to Panne. "Shall we return to the field?"
Panne searched Robin's face before slowly taking his hand and pulling herself up. "I don't plan on being in your debt."
Grinning, Robin slung the staff over his back before pulling out a tome. "I wouldn't dream of it."