Notes: I'm super happy because Sergio Perez got 3rd place in the Formula One Russian Grand Prix today! I'm not a sporty girl, but I do cheer for my compatriots from time to time. Otherwise, this has been a ridiculously slow Sunday, can't wait for tomorrow... then for Friday one hour into work (it's the Ciiircle of Liiife!)

Stats: We get 500 words for the following: SumiaRobin, Lon'quOlivia (awww, Basilio's "kids"... Flavia's too now), ChercheRobin and another Einherjar with InnesRobin. I have now made an Excel spreadsheet.

I got a lot of fanfic homework, thank you everyone! Be sure to send in your remaining pairings before this Book of Affairs closes this Tuesday.

Robin saw Morgan with pale hair again, after spending the night awake hearing Walhart and Aversa, regretting all her choices. She was thankful her son had dropped the dyes, but started to fear perhaps he looked like her only and not like his father... Regardless, there was still one man among her spares, and casually also one woman. Robin spied on him, intending to catch them interact to see whether or not they could be matched.

"I'm engaging in meditation," Yen'fay said simply, feeling someone staring at him.

Emmeryn looked confusedly at the man sitting on the ground. "Medi... cation...?"

Score! The tactician approached the pair openly, knowing they suspected nothing and were her most perfect victims so far; Yen'fay liked to keep his distance from camp, and Emmeryn just couldn't keep up with the matchmaking gossip...

She felt so sorry for the last thought, poor Emm, that she stuttered: "H-h-hello, hey! Fight... Fine! Fine day we h-h-have today, eh?"

Yen'fay opened his eyes, looked around silently, nodded, then closed them again. He had to be so much fun at parties.

Emmeryn tried to start a conversation: "I wanted... to enjoy... the sun. It's... so warm." Robin's eyes watered.

The tactician couldn't pair the Exalt. She just couldn't, not in that state. It probably went against all the goodness in the world. Grima wouldn't do it, it was that bad!

"I'm glad to hear that, Your Grace," she said with an honest smile. "Be sure not to overexert yourself." And with that, Robin walked off.

Later that same day, Morgan jumped out at her from behind a tent. "That was lame!" he whined.

"I can't do it," Robin shook her head sadly. "I guess now we know who your father is."

Oddly enough, he paled at that. "No! It's not Yen'fay, it's...!" but he shut his mouth before he let out the truth.

"Who is it, Morgan? Tell your mother, young man!"

A lie was coming up, obviously. But Robin was more concerned that her son still had people in mind to lie about. "It might be Inigo... or Brady... or Gerome? Possibly Owain... I could be a bunny like Yarne... or maybe I needed glasses all along, like Laurent! My memory of my father is fuzzy... Perhaps you should pair them all off to be safe?"

The tactician felt anger rising within her, but before either could say another word, Chrom approached the pair. "Robin, I need you to come with me." His face was unreadable. Both tacticians shuddered.

Robin followed Chrom to his tent. Inside, the two unlikeliest people stood waiting, arms linked. Also present, Lissa and Say'ri. And Frederick and Libra. Oh fuck... Her general signaled the couple to speak.

"I want to... thank you, Robin. I have fallen... in love. I want... to go with him," Emmeryn said, her smile bright and innocent.

Yen'fay nodded. "And I will take good care of her."

Robin glanced up at Chrom. He looked down at her, hurt and disappointed.