Chapter 2

Nathan finally found Lissa sitting on a log well outside of the camp area. He scratched his head, trying to figure out how to approach her – he had never been all too good at talking to girls, and it certainly didn't help that he found Lissa to be quite attractive.

"Uh…Lissa?" He called to her timidly. She didn't say anything, but he could hear her softly crying. The amnesiac tactician figured that not saying anything was better than her telling him to leave, so he slowly inched closer, as if she was a sleeping bear.

"Look, Liss, I'm sorry about that back there, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings – I never mean to hurt anyone's feelings – my brain just isn't too smart when it comes to common sense sometimes, or dealing with women for that matter," He told her, having finally gotten close enough to sit next to her on the log and put a hand on her shoulder.

Lissa sniffled, and slowly looked up at him, drying her eyes. "It's fine, I know you didn't mean anything by it…hey, what did you just call me?"

Nathan's face turned beet red as he realized what had just happened. "Er…Liss, I think…sorry, I come up with random nicknames for most of the people in the shepherds. I won't do it again though, I promise!" He quickly told her, waving his hands in front of his face to signal not wanting to get into any trouble.

Lissa found the whole thing quite amusing, and, quite frankly, very cute and she playfully winked at him, having quickly gotten over her crying due to the now very interesting situation. "No, I actually really like it!" She said with a cute giggle. "I think it's pretty cute, to be honest…" She added, causing Nathan to let out an awkward laugh, his face redder than a tomato now, and scratch the back of his head.

"Heh…uh, thanks! I'll remember that." Nathan responded. He quickly scrambled his mind for a new topic to change the subject to. "So, why do you hate being called delicate? To be honest, I thought girls liked that…" He asked.

Lissa's expression became serious again, and Nathan tried to hide his relief that the subject had been changed.

"Well…there's a difference between having someone really care about you, and just getting mobbed all the time. I really just want…I don't know… a little more freedom, I guess!"

Nathan nodded and made a strange face in concentration, trying to figure out some way he could help the Princess. Lissa, watching the tactician, noted that his face did some sort of strange rubbery thing, which she couldn't help but find strangely attractive.

"Well, I would try to give you a bigger role in our fights, but I'm pretty sure Chrom and Frederick wouldn't like that…but I'll do my best to figure something out for you, okay?" Nathan promised.

Lissa smiled warmly at her friend. "Hey thanks!" She responded cheerfully. The two then turned towards the camp as they heard the dinner bell ring.

"So, anyways, shall we?" Nathan said with a quick wink at the Princess, getting up and offering her a hand.

"Sure! Oh, and…thanks for cheering me up." Lissa responded, with a twinge of blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Anytime." Nathan simply responded, as they began to walk back next to each other.

"Oh! Hey! You need to tell me what your nicknames are for everyone else in the shepherds are!"

Nathan groaned loudly, getting a loud laugh and snort from his friend.

"Wait a second…was that a snort?" Nathan asked, a large grin creeping onto his face. Now it was Lissa's turn to groan.

"So, how about I won't tell anyone about your nicknames, and you don't tell anyone about my snorting?" She desperately asked the man, whose face changed to a solemn expression as he nodded in agreement.