His rising falling ribcage, the planes of his stomach, the dip of his hips. The light creeping in from between the slits of the tent faintly brushed against their skin, casting a gentle golden glow. Even as she ran a finger across his chest and down his arm, Henry's sleeping form didn't move. An almost amused sound escaped Tharja as she breathed out, but stopped as she felt his fingers lace against hers.

Eyes barley fluttering open, Henry tilted his head slightly towards Tharja, lips brushing against her forehead.

She didn't lean towards or away from him, choosing instead to look at the pale expanse of his neck. "Do you ever regret leaving Plegia."

A grin broke across Henry's face, and he knit his eyebrows in slight confusion. "Good morning to you too."

Turning to her side, Tharja propped her elbow up, searching Henry's face for a moment before continuing. "This isn't what I imagined I'd be doing when I joined Ylisse."

Still on his back, Henry hummed thoughtfully. "I'm not complaining about how things turned out. But I'd be lying if I said that you were what I was looking for at the very beginning."

"You didn't answer my question."

Sitting up, Henry yawned, blinking as a ray of light hit him in the eye. Shifting so that he was out of the sun, he stretched before finally flopping back down. Staring at the sloping ceiling of the tent, he watched the slight sway of the canvas, half tempted to count the stitches holding it together but giving up because of the dull light. "Regret isn't going to fix anything. But no regrets. I'm having a good time. Aren't you?"

"Pursuing Robin any further would be a waste of time." Sighing, an almost apologetic look crossed her face before disappearing. "But I can't forget about him completely yet."

"I don't know about forgetting, but why get rid of memories that make you happy?" He lightly tapped the end of Tharja's nose. "Now that's just silly."

Slightly indignant, Tharja sniffed, rolling a few responses through her head before deciding not at answer.

Silence resumed, and in the early dawn, the world outside slowly awoke, the melodic tunes of songbirds floating through the air.

Henry decided to break the quiet. "I'll be around for you though." He paused thoughtfully. "At least until I kick the bucket."

Rolling her eyes, Tharja exhaled through her nose. "Charming."

AN: Hello did you know Tharja and I share a birthday.