"Is there a reason for a noncombatant to be on the battlefield? I can't help but worry for you."
There were so many beautiful heroes, you just couldn't help but stare sometimes. It had also gotten you in some embarrassing situations, but most of the time you'd apologize and say you'll just go do something else. Nearly every time though they would look at your embarrassed face and either pat you on the head or say no worries.
'S not your fault for being summoned by Anna, you just wanted to play a gacha game. Guess you could say, it gacha. You were also bad at jokes but could always get a laugh out of most heroes.
Anyway, back to your previous puzzle. You weren't crafted by an amazing artist or had a story weaved for you, you were a person born into Earth and dragged into your cellular device. These guys were fictional back home, but here they were physical people.
And they were just so darned pretty. One of the newer heroes that you summoned one day, Sonya, became the one hero with the highest amount of curiosity of your role as Summoner. It was an interesting role, and she always watched you from the corner of her eye whenever you were on the battlefield with the Vengeful Mage.
Now that you were simply reading in the hall of the base, sitting on a very comfortable chair Oogma had brought in with Raven, you were scanning over the book about the World of Radiance in case that BRAT tried to 'pop your head off like on of her dolls' again.
Gods, you'd knock some sense into that child if you ever received the chance. She needed to get some help, and not the kind of help to destroy Askr. Or you. If she received any assistance military-wise, you'd need to get back to orb collecting and summon for days straight.
As you were reading the new-ish book, a person sat in the chair across from you. Glancing upwards, you take in Sonya's long purple hair, red and black armour and epic thigh-high boots that were a hybrid with heels.
'This mage can rock anything and make it work,' you swore internally but turned red when Sonya laughed and leaned forward to look at you more closely.
"Well, it takes effort to rock clothes, [Name]." She says and you slam the book shut, face beet red and embarrassed once again. She chuckles quietly and you sigh, placing the book on the small table and grabbing your now cld cup of tea. You liked it cold, anyway.
"I-I wouldn't doubt it, Sonya." You say quietly and she smiles, her eyes trained onto your shaky and hesitant form. it looked like she was enjoying this fully, but when her face went from smiles to serious, you perked up and sat up straight.
"Can I ask you something, [Name]?" She asks and you nod, curious as to what she's going to say. Everybody wanted to talk to you these days, and you weren't going to decline. You wanted to get to know them, even if they got annoyed of your presence. You didn't want to invade their personal space or anything like that, just asking simple questions about their original world and if they liked anyone here.
"Go ahead..." Muttering the two words, you take a sip from your cold tea and await the mage's question. You were quite curious at her mood change, but decided that she simply wanted to talk serious. It wasn't easy talking serious with multiple people a day, but you were getting better at it. Hours spent reading up in the library about their specific worlds or time periods of the same world (Geneaology of the Holy War was an interesting read, but Sacred Stones...)
"Is there a reason for a noncombatant to be on the battlefield? I can't help but worry for you." She leans back and waits for your response, whether it be physical or verbal. You're caught off guard by the nature of the question and gulp down your mouthful of tea, clearing your throat to answer to the best of your abilities.
"Well... written tactics can sometimes be overrun, unless the tactician has made up every possible scenario," You start but stop when you see Sonya looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
Knowing the two true reasons, you say the first one that isn't as embarrassing and hope for the best. Honestly, these heroes would be the death of you.
"Well, I just want you all to be safe. I can still give out orders, and I don't want you to fall in battle. You can still feel physical pain in battle, which makes sense-" You're cut off when Sonya grips you under your chin. It scared you to the heavens and back, but you kept still and face flushed red.
"Really? Hmm... that doesn't sound right, [Name]." She says quietly and you gulp loudly. Please, no. Not today, you had a meeting to get to!
THE MEETING.
Oh man, if Anna wanted your head months ago, he'd get it himself at this point for letting you be this late to an important meeting between tactician and blue-haired protagonist.
"I've-gotta go!" You shout and jump from the chair, apologizing and escaping from her curious gaze. Her intentions were pure, but your mind was most definitely not.