Robin sniffed pitifully, curled in the center of her bed with a thick quilt pulled up to her chin.
She'd be sick when she'd woken up that morning, not even attempting to get out of the warmth of her bed. She'd simply tucked her knees against her chest and waited for the awful stomach pain she was experiencing to subside.
It didn't take very long for Lissa to come looking for her.
"Robin? Chrom is waiting for you, you need to- GODS, you look awful!"
Her closest friend climbed into bed with her, rubbing her back soothingly. Robin smiled up at her ruefully. "I don't feel the best," she admitted weakly.
Lissa didn't respond. Robin's breathing slowed down and she quickly dropped off to sleep, her round face pinched with pain. The princess carefully climbed out of the bed and went to tell her worried brother why Robin hadn't shown up that morning…
Libra sat with Stahl at breakfast, looking around the room for Robin. The cavalier seemed to notice his distraction and thoughtfully stayed silent- well, Libra suspected it was more the breakfast muffins keeping him quiet than anything else.
Panne, however, had been on his case constantly that morning. "You don't look well, man-spawn," she said for the third time, pressing her furred hand to Libra's forehead. Despite the callous first impression she gave to many, Libra had always gotten along with Panne and found her to be quite caring and tender-hearted to those she cared for, especially her husband.
"I'm fine, Panne," Libra insisted once more politely. The taguel looked unconvinced as she removed her hand, turning to her husband worriedly as he stuffed a huge bite of muffin into his mouth.
"Nunthins wrong with him, 'Anne, he's just worr'ed 'bout Rbin," Stahl explained with his mouth completely full. Panne turned to Libra for confirmation. The blonde man sighed.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring with a thick golden band, simple but well-made.
Stahl seemed unsurprised, continuing eating eagerly while Panne launched into a million questions.
"Are you sure of this, man-spawn? A mate is a lifelong decision, and you must consider the woman's ability to father your children. And have you even-"
"I'm sure," Libra interrupted her firmly, pocketing the ring. "It's just the matter of… how…"
Stahl cleared his throat, leaning past his wife to look at his friend. "Keep it simple," he advised confidently. "It's no secret that Robin adores you."
Panne nodded in agreement, running her fingers through Stahl's hair in an effort to get it to lie flat. "You should go to her. The taguel do not procrastinate."
Libra stood from the table and walked away from his friends, looking back at them for a moment. Panne was still trying to tame Stahl's messy hair, until he leaned forward and pecked her lightly on the lips. The taguel blushed, allowing her husband to take her hand as he continued shoving food into his mouth gracelessly with the other.
Libra smiled to himself. If Robin accepted, he prayed his marriage could be like theirs.
Robin groaned quietly aloud in pain, rolling over onto her back and pressing her hand lightly to her stomach. She handled pain well; it was part of her everyday life. But this was an internal attack, nothing that could be healed with a staff.
She felt like her stomach was bruised from within, the pain sharp and pulsating. Lissa had left sometime when she'd fell asleep, leaving her alone to face the pain. She considered getting up to get a book to distract herself, but she really didn't feel like getting out of bed. She was so cold.
She looked up in a dream-like state to see Libra sitting on the bed next to her, looking extremely worried. She knew from experience how quietly he could move, he must've come in recently. She hadn't seen herself, but she knew what she looked like: deathly pale, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her hair pulled up messily. Not attractive, but she didn't care at the moment.
"Hi," she said happily, despite her pain.
Libra put his hand against her forehead, making a troubled sound in his throat when he felt how hot her fever was. She reached up and pressed his hand against her cheek. It was cool against her flushed face, causing her to shiver.
"How you're feeling?" Libra asked, his quiet voice anxious.
"Not so good," Robin answered unnecessarily. "But I'm happy you're here."
He smiled. "Lissa told me you weren't feeling well, but I told her I had something that might make you feel better…"
He took her hand and reached into her pocket, sliding something onto her finger before lifting her hand up to her eyes.
On her ring finger was a golden band, thick and beautiful. She looked at him uncertainly, fluttering her thin fingers against his hand to see the ring sparkle. "Are we...gonna get married?"
Libra laughed softly. "That depends on if you say yes."
"Yes."
He smiled at her, leaning down slowly. She thought for a moment he might kiss her, but instead he just brushed his lips against her nose. She relaxed, scooting over to curl against him, sucking up his warmth greedily.
"If we're married, we can have kids, right?" She asked dreamily, drifting off to sleep again.
Libra seemed flustered. "Uh… I suppose so," he answered slowly.
"What do you think of the name Morgan?"
The end, hoped you enjoyed! I'm planning on doing another story soon with male Robin as the main role this time, and I believe I have a pretty good idea for the plot-line. Any suggestions or thoughts would be greatly appreciated, PM me. :)