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Prompt 2: nightmares

There's more than one reason Robin doesn't sleep at night.

"Did you get enough sleep last night, Robin?"

She must have heard this at least twenty times over the last week, and each time she smiles and replies, "yes, I'm just a little worn out after the last battle!"

Which isn't exactly a lie – the constant battles with the Risen are very time-consuming and tiring – but the fact she barely sleeps probably doesn't help.

It's not that she doesn't get tired – it's just that whenever she tries to get to sleep, she can't rest for more than thirty minutes without being plagued by nightmares.

Nobody in the camp knows this of course – she doesn't scream, or wake up shouting – and she certainly doesn't plan to tell anyone.

They're just stupid dreams, right? They aren't actually happening, and they never will. But they feel so real.

Sometimes they're just about risen, or the battle they had that day.

Sometimes, though, they're about someone close to her dying, often by her own hand, and those are the nights she wakes up cold, sweating, shaking, tears streaming down her face. Those are the nights she refuses to go back to sleep, because she can't face that again.

And she's too proud to admit it, because she thinks it makes her seem weak, cowardly. She's been asked about it multiple times, but she smiled and shook her head and insisted she just stayed up late reading.

Lately, she's taken to going on walks when she can't sleep, even though Regna Ferox is freezing, and sometimes it's just too cold to go outside.

She needs to find Chrom.

Robin sits up in her bed, her cheeks wet from tears, still shaking slightly. She glances at the clock – 1:20am – and sighs, knowing it's probably too late and he'll be asleep.

But she needs to know he's safe, because whilst it was just another dream, it felt disgustingly real, and she just wants to see his face.

So she pulls on her coat, walking outside. A layer of frost covers the ground, and she shivers as her boots crunch in the snow, wincing when she snaps a twig.

Chrom's tent isn't difficult to find, and for a moment she stands outside, wondering whether this is an extremely stupid idea or not.

She's come this far, though, and it seems a little pointless to just stand outside his tent, her feet sinking into the white that covers the ground. So she takes a breath and hesitantly knocks on the thin material door, "Chrom?"

She waits a bit, shuffling awkwardly around, and she's just decided he must be asleep when the flap opens.

"…Robin?" He hisses, flicking a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, "are you okay?"

"Uh… yeah! I'm fine!" She smiles awkwardly, realising that, despite being Ylisse's best tactician, she didn't actually think this far ahead and now has no idea what to say.

"Um… do you… need anything?"

She blinks, trying to think of something to say. She can't very well reply, 'oh, no, I just wanted to see your face, and now that I have, I'm going to leave!'

But at the same time, she doesn't see the point of not telling the truth. So she sighs, and says, "I… I just… wanted to see you."

"Oh." He raises an eyebrow, "are you sure that's it? I mean… it's quite late, so…"

"I- I'm sorry." She bows her head, "you probably need to get to sleep. I just…"

He sighs, "you had a nightmare, didn't you?"

She's about to huff and decline, but then she thinks, what's the point? So she sighs, and nods slowly, "…yeah."

He smiles sadly at her, opening the entrance to his tent a little wider, "do you want to come in? You must be freezing out there, and besides, I'm not going to sleep anytime soon."

"…Thank you." She says gratefully, stepping inside and watching in silence as he zips it back up, "sorry to bother you like this."

"You aren't bothering me!" He replies, "if anything, I'm glad to have you here."

"Don't be ridiculous." She scoffs, "I waltzed into your tent at 1:30am, of course I am."

"Shush." He frowns, "you really aren't."

She shakes her head, smiling a little as she sits on the edge of his bed, "you're too nice."

"I'm not nice, just truthful." He grins, flopping ungracefully down next to her, "so, are you alright now? Do you want to talk about it?"

She stays silent for a moment, considering his question. If it were anyone else, she'd say no, but there's something about the way he's looking at her with such concern in his eyes that makes her want to melt, and suddenly she feels tears pricking at her eyes as she whispers once again, "yeah."

"Hey, don't cry, Robin." He says, shuffling a bit closer, "It was just a stupid dream, okay?"

She wants to speak, but something inside of her snaps, and suddenly she's sobbing, tears splashing onto her lap as she buries her face in her hands.

"Oh, Robin." He sighs, putting an arm round her shoulder, "please don't cry. You'll just make me cry too."

She grimaces at this act of kindness, the way he's acting so caring, when mere minutes ago she was dreaming about murdering him. She can't stop thinking about it, and her sobs become louder, all the emotions she had bottled up finally flowing out.

She turns around and presses her face against his chest, hugging him tightly, not really caring that he might mind.

He doesn't mind, though, because he holds her close and threads his fingers through her hair until her sobs become quiet cries.

"Sorry." Is the first word she says, quietly, embarrassed.

"It's alright." He whispers, locks of her hair still curled around his hands, "don't apologise."

"Gods, I'm such an idiot." She sighs against him, moving her head up to rest on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

"No you're not." He says, his grip tightening slightly, "you're anything but that."

"I just… it seemed so real, you know?" She mumbles, tears threatening to spill over her eyelids again.

"Yeah, I know." He says quietly, "you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."

"I… I do." She decides, pulling back, and for a moment the sight of him looking at her with such worry is almost enough to make her cry again, but she takes a deep breath and continues, "I… I had a dream that… that I killed… you."

She bites her lip, expecting a bad reaction, but he just sighs and wraps his arms around her again, "you'd never do that."

She doesn't say anything for a long while, until she finally whispers, "Can I stay with you?"

"Yeah." He replies, straight away.

And, as he presses a hesitant kiss to her forehead, all memories of her nightmares are forgotten.