Sorry for the short chapter!

Robin is in for a rude awakening not more than a couple of hours after finally dozing off. Frederick is shaking her shoulder, and she's jerked awake to see that he's all in his armor again, with supplies and weapons slung hanging off of his horse. "No complaints," he said before she even opened her mouth. "Milord and Milady are gone, and I detect an ominous cacophony coming from the distance."

This has her up and ready to go in an instant. He leapt up on to his horse, and beckoned for her to do the same. When he saw it was taking too long, he grabbed her by the waist (eliciting a rather surprised yelp) and sat her behind him himself. She had to cling on to him for dear life as they rode away with top speed.

"Too close, Robin," he grumbled. Her position was such that he'd think he'd taken a lover out on a midnight ride.

"Deal with it!" she snapped at him, mostly out of fear and the other part out of embarrassment. She tried to draw away from him, but that didn't work out too well. She settled for blushing, and digging her nails into him a bit less.

He sighed, but returned his focus to find the whereabouts of his charges. He sleeps for a few hours and of course they had to just disappear. Just once could they not keep themselves out of trouble?

And if they couldn't find any trouble to get into, he glanced at the terrified form clutching him, then it looked like they had to bring trouble along.

The knight and tactician exhaled a sigh of relief once they spotted the siblings.

"Milord! Milady!" he catches up to them and thanks the Gods that they're in one piece.
Robin slides off clumsily off of the steed (in her defense, she has no experience) and has to be caught by Chrom.

"Frederick! Robin!" Lissa hugs Robin enthusiastically, slyly noting that her brother still had a hold on the young woman. But she hadn't missed the way Robin was holding on to Frederick either…Of course, that was likely more for necessity than anything else. Not that it mattered in the current face of danger. She could have plenty of time for analysis later. The girl glanced at Frederick to see that he was none too pleased either. Hoo boy…

For now, there were an intimidating number of monsters getting closer than they'd have liked.

"So what's our strategy, Robin?" Lissa gulps and turns to her new friend.

"Good question." She scanned their surroundings, trying to ignore the nervousness borne of the sight of the hideous creatures. "Hmm, Are those…"

Frederick caught her gaze and answered. "Abandoned forts, yes."

"Then we should take shelter in them whenever possible," she said with a firm nod. "No doubt they will offer distinct advantages in battle. Right…so…" She suggested Frederick watch out for their healer, Lissa, and that she would have Chrom's back. To which Frederick raised an eyebrow, but she in turn snapped at him to stop suspecting her already. A feat easier said than done, but he did his duty in taking care of Lissa, while Chrom and Robin rushed forward to the brunt of it.

"You sure you got this?" Chrom asked, still a bit worried about his new recruit. His brow was furrowed as he lopped off the head of one of those…things.

"I'm sure!" she sent forth a good bust of thunder magic that scorched two enemies at once.

"Nicely done…On your left!" he cried out, and took out a creature that almost took off a good chunk of Robin's leg.

"Thanks!" she smiled gratefully at him before sending some magic to an an enemy right behind him. "Looks like we both have to be careful."

"Yeah," he said, and his eyes crinkled into a smile that gave her palpitations. But no time for that now, she chided herself. She needed to survive whatever the gods sent her way first.

They were a beautiful pair on the battlefield. Lissa and Frederick, when not fighting off monsters, had noticed how the two skirted around each other, not getting in the other's way, but bolstering each other's movements to an effective and incredible pace.

A woman and a man had joined the battlefield and Robin decided that these were probably comrades. The archer seemed to need some extra help, so Robin suggested that Chrom go and help him while she cleans the area. He was reluctant to leave her behind, but she all but pushed him away to help the whining archer in need.

She ran into a fort, and thought she'd be able to settle this, but she'd gotten a bit too overwhelmed by the sudden increase of enemies after.

"You gotta go help her!" Lissa said when her and the knight saw the Risen crowd around their tactician. "I'll be fine! There's no one else here, anyways! I'll catch up, don't worry about me."

Frederick looked down at the girl, who was sweating, red in the face, but still strong and fierce all the same. She'd grown up remarkably well, he thought fondly and patted her head. "I still advise you to take great cautions, milady."

If Robin was feeling sarcastic, she would have called Frederick her knight in shining armor. Her tome was close to exhaustion, and her sword could only to take out so many monsters—and she knew she wasn't so skilled with it anyway. As much as she disliked the man, when she saw his lance pierce through three creatures at once, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

She'd almost regretted sending away Chrom (okay, she'd regretted it a lot) but somehow the knight showing up out of nowhere was for once a sight for sore eyes.

"Thanks," she breathed gratefully. She was sure he couldn't hear him, but his ears picked up her voice perfectly.

"You could stand to say it a little louder!" he said, as he took out a few more enemies to clear a path to her. "Come on." He unceremoniously grabs her by her waist once more to scoop her up on to his horse. "I'd prefer if you focused more on the enemies, this time."

She nodded, still embarrassed from her first time on his steed. Ah, why did it have to be him to return. She looked around for Chrom in the brief moment she was able to breathe, and he just shook his head at her. She could feel a lecture coming from him later on. Don't focus on falling, she instructed herself, and instead made sure to use her tome to it's fullest. His back was in reach to hold on to, if anything went wrong. Oh, how she hated this.

Frederick had to keep himself from wondering if they'd make as excellent pair as her and Chrom. It was an absurd thought. He was only helping her out of necessity. Charging the monsters down with her behind him was rather comforting though. Perhaps it had more to do with her tactics than anything else. Either way, the fight felt like a breeze with her, even though in his eyes she could stand to be much more capable. He'd have to train her hard, he thought with a smirk. Maybe that would send her running with her tail between her legs. That would mean that she'd be sticking around. He didn't know what to make of that.

His thoughts kept him a bit too busy, and if it weren't for her, he'd be unseated. Yet another favor he owed her.

He was drawing too much suspicious to himself. Best get this over with, for the moment, and ignore all of this later on. She didn't look like anything was bothering her. Happy-go-lucky, once again, even if she had just seen the face of death moments earlier. She almost seemed annoyed, after her initial gratuity, that it was he who had come to her rescue.

Or so he tried. Frederick did not miss the watchful gaze of her and his charges after the battle. He'd let them just get healed, to avoid any more frivolous questions involving the bothersome tactician.

But, he found that he had joined in on the lecture the poor tactician was receiving from Chrom, Lissa, and now he. What stake did he have in her safety? That was a selfish question.

It's not like he wished her dead, for the sake of convenience. Her cheerful smile played in his mind. No, he certainly did not wish her dead…

Just…as far away from them as possible.