Libra dodged a dark shot of magic from Robin with difficulty, feeling his body involuntarily tense as the energy passed by him, narrowly missing his earlobe.

Robin's magic was no doubt impressive, her swordsmanship flawless. They'd been sparring for hours now, and Robin had grown more intense as their match went on. Not that Libra was going to complain. He raised his axe as another burst of magic headed towards him, wincing as it connected with the metal. Robin, about ten feet away, grunted in frustration and took a step forward, raising her hand for another attack.

He couldn't keep dodging like this. He was stronger than her, but Robin was faster. Libra considered using his throwing axe as he watched his opponent's eyes narrow dangerously, lining up her next attack.

Too late.

Before he had time to exchange his weapons, Robin's attack had hit him square in the chest. He flew back a good ten feet, landing with a dull thud on the grassy floor of the training area.

"Libra!"

The monk kept his eyes squeezed shut, lying on his back painfully. His entire body would jolt every few moments, completely outside his control.

"Oh, gods, Libra!"

He managed to open his eyes and prop himself up on his elbows as Robin sat next to him, struggling with the straps of his armor. He weakly helped her, becoming confused as she threw the armor to the side and gasping in surprise as she pressed her face against his chest.

She gripped both of his shoulders tightly, her ear pressed directly over his heart. After a few moments she released him, a relieved look on her face. "Sorry," she said quickly, seeing his reaction, "But that was Thoron magic. The electricity can cause your heart to be stop- to become erratic."

He nodded and shut his eyes once more, lying again down on his back. The sun was out today, a perfect temperature. Robin grabbed a strand of his hair and began playing with it, but he thought nothing of it. They had been training together for months now, after that first night she'd asked him. They'd grown quite comfortable with each other.

He finally opened his eyes and sat up, crossing his legs and turning to Robin brightly. "Shall we continue?"

He was surprised to see the white-haired woman's lower lip trembling, her pale eyes watery. "Robin?!" He asked, confused about her mood. Had he said something...?

"Libra… I am so, so sorry," she muttered, her voice cracking. "I'm sure you must be in pain…"

That was true. He felt as if all the joints holding his bones together had been deep-fried and shattered, but he also knew that the magic hadn't done any permanent damage.

"Not at all," he lied smoothly, flinching when she gave him a pouty, disbelieving look. Being a man of the cloth, he certainly didn't lie often and wasn't very good at it. "It doesn't feel… pleasant. But I will survive. We should praise Naga that this is the first accident we've had in all our months of training. Nothing to cry over."

He reached forward and trailed his thumb under her eye, wiping away the tear there. She gave him a weak smile, sniffing and pressing her lips into his palm.

"Thank you, Libra," she sighed.

He nodded, standing and offering her his hand. He removed the rest of his armor, tucking it neatly under his arm while Robin collected her tomes. She waved a goodbye to him as she hurried off, leaving him in the training area alone. He groaned as soon as she was out of sight, flexing his hands painfully. His arms were still twitching randomly with electricity.

Something caught his eye on the ground a few feet away. It was Robin's glove, the one she wore to cover the strange mark upon her hand. Libra had once asked and she had said that she didn't recall at all anything about it; but that it was probably a tattoo of some sort.

He reached down and picked up the glove, adjusting his armor under his arm before heading towards Robin's tent. He knew she always went to the women's bathing pool after training, so he would just drop the glove on her bed. And then maybe go find a healer…

Robin sighed dreamily and relaxed into the cold water of her golden bathtub, the water stopping just under her chin. The tub had been an extravagant gift for her "Found Day," as Chrom called it. Since she had no memory of her former life, she had no idea when her birthday was or even how old she was. So Chrom demanded they celebrate the day she'd been found unconscious in the field, much to her dismay. He'd even given her an age- twenty.

Lissa and Frederick had delivered the bathtub to her tent, explaining it was a gift from the royal household. Despite arguing for well over an hour, she'd finally accepted the gift for two reasons.

One, she hated the bathing pool. No, she loathed it. She always attempted to go when no one was around, but usually there was always at least one other person bathing. And though Lissa tried to convince her "we're all girls," she still found bathing in front of Tharja unsettling.

Second, it was a nice bathtub. Robin had to re-discover many things about herself after losing her memory. The fact that she loved a cold bath was one of them. It was a pain to gather enough water to fill the huge tub, but the effort was worth it in the end.

So now, alone in the privacy of her tent, she soaked her tired muscles and relaxed, listening to the far-away commotion of Shepherds going about their day.

Pooling some water into her hands, she splashed it across her face to wash away the sweat from training. She wanted to sink into the water and drown herself as she thought of the attack she'd thrown at Libra so carelessly, at full force. She just got caught up in their spars that she didn't control the power she was extending toward him. He'd lied to her about the amount of pain he was in, but that fact made her happy. Libra wouldn't lie for just anybody.

She was musing over that when someone entered her tent.

She immediately squeaked in surprised, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning forward. Fortunately her back was facing towards Libra as he stared at her in genuine shock for a moment, before turning a bright red and throwing his hands over his eyes.

"Gods, Robin! I didn't-"

"Libra-"

"Know you had a bathtub! And I just came to return-"

"Libra!"

"Your glove!" He kept one hand firmly over his eyes as he reached into his pocket with the other, pulling out her glove. She must have left it at the training grounds.

"It's oka-"

"I pray you'll forgive me, Robin, I didn't-"

"LIBRA!"

He was finally silent as she yelled at him, his face still red as Cordelia's hair. "Look," she said calmly, twisting her neck to look back at him. "I'm going to get out and get dressed, okay? Then we can talk." He nodded and turned around, waiting patiently as she stepped carefully out of the bathtub and began dressing in record time.

"I'm decent," she said after a few minutes, feeling her own face turn red as he removed his hands and turned to look at her slowly, as if she might be lying. He had the most sheepish look on his face, avoiding her gaze uncomfortably.

"I cannot begin to apologize enough."

Robin laughed, smiling at him fondly. His embarrassment was truly endearing. "Libra, I swear it's fine."

He shuffled his feet, walking toward her and dropping the glove into her lap. She had never seen him so graceless and awkward. She grinned to herself devilishly before clearing her throat and asking nonchalantly, "You didn't see… much, did you?"

At this Libra gulped, his face becoming impossibly redder. Robin watched with an amused smile. Not many things fazed Libra's melancholy disposition, and Robin loved flustering him.

"Not m-much," he stuttered, looking down at her guiltily.

Robin laughed and run a hand through her damp hair. "Well, that's good."

He sighed; looking at the bathtub like it had personally offended him. "Gift for your birthday?" he questioned. "Yep. From the 'royal family'," she said a bit grudgingly.

He continued looking about her tent, his expression softening when he saw the painting he'd given to her for her birthday hanging on the cloth wall. It featured Robin herself, flowers in her hair and a brilliant smile on her face. She knew that she was nowhere near as pretty as his art depicted her, but she'd been flattered at his gift nonetheless.

"You hung it up?" He asked softly, returning his eyes to her. She stood from her bed and nodded, taking a step towards him. "Of course," she said, smiling up at him. "Now, let's leave this whole awkward thing behind us and go to dinner."

Libra smiled back at her, walking beside her out of the tent and into the warm afternoon.

Her heart nearly stopped when he took her hand, locking their fingers together.

Walking in on other people bathing seems to be a theme in Awakening, doesn't it?