Within the hour, the Shepherds were on their way to Regna Foxx. The Fruit Moon in its nearly done waxing gibbous phase, made light down the path and reflected off any armor. Robin had instructed everyone to wear cloaks over their armor as they could be spotted by brigades or waiting thieves. She also made it look inconspicuous for Emmeryn to stand out within the army as Chrom had wrapped the darkest cloak around Emmeryn's shoulders. But she didn't need to tell them that. Chrom had already made sure to every member that Emmeryn was first priority when they were travelling and to make sure she was safe at all times.

She giggled at the thought of Chrom fussing over Emmeryn when it could go the other way around as well.

"Is something amusing you tonight, Robin?"

Robin looked up to see Emmeryn staring down at her from her horse. Chrom's horse to be precise. He had insisted that she rode her all the way to Regna Foxx.

"I was just thinking, your Grace," Robin mused, a smile creeping on her lips.

"Please, Robin," Emmeryn's voice cut softly. "Call me Emm for now. Think of it like an alias of some sort."

"Of course." Robin cleared her throat, pausing before asking. "Forgive me, but does Chrom always coddle you? I've never seen him so…" She trailed off, trying to look for the right words.

"Anxious?" Emmeryn let out a chuckle. "He's not usually like this, but after I was almost kidnapped, he's been fretting over every little thing. He tries very hard to keep our soldiers and people safe that he forgets to do the same for himself."

The two looked up to see Chrom sitting beside Vaike on the convoy wagon. The tired look in his eyes, made him look old as he kept a look out for ruffians or thugs. A sigh let loose from Emmeryn and she turned to look at Robin once more.

"I do hope you can make sure he's getting rest and keeping him in check. He's been so wary these days, but I know I leave him in capable hands."

Robin studied her face, she's been getting very good at spotting emotions after reading and studying others. Again, a sad look was there, but more happiness and hope seem to spread to her than that of a somber one. Robin mustered up a soft smile. "I'll do my best."

With that, Emmeryn gave her one last smile of hope before turning back to look at the moon. Robin began to slow her pace, watching the others behind her catch up and pass her. She surveyed the crowd, seeing some awake while others rested. She spotted Lissa sleeping in one of the transportation wagons, her arms wrapped around a girl's small frame. It was the dark-haired girl, the one that had glared at her the moment they locked eyes. She had asked others about who she is. Her name was Morgan. Apparently, she was found the night of an attack on the castle and helped save the Exalt with the mysterious hero, Marth. She had claimed to be the previous tactician's daughter, although he didn't seem to have any recollection on who she was. But nonetheless, he had accepted her in the army and let her lead with him in battles. She had become distant to everyone, but the royal family, Frederick, and a couple of the women after what had happened. Could it be that she's avoiding her because of that or because she reminds her of him?

She would have to find out later. Right now, her focus should be on getting the Shepherds to Regna Foxx in one piece. The night was still young and the air began to grow chillier. She knew the land to the north was inlaid with snow and storms, the small snow mounds and the bite in the air tells her that they must be getting closer.

"Hey, Robin?"

A chill slithered up her spine and she gave a little sneeze. Her coat may be keeping her from the cold, but she had a bad feeling stirring in her gut.

"Um, hello?"

Was it bandits? Could they be close by? Something was wrong…

"Robin!"

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and Robin let out a squeak and whipped out her tome, turning on her heel quickly. Kellam stood towering over her, his usual plain face irked up in surprise.

"Whoa, Robin," He puts his hands up, in an effort to calm Robin's surprise. "It's just me!"

She let out a sigh of relief and tucked her tome back into her breast pocket. "Gods above, you frightened me Kellam! I could have seriously hurt you! Where on earth did you come from?"

"...I've been right beside you this entire time." He deadpanned, his shoulders drooped in response. "Ever since you came back to the rearguard, I've been trying to get your attention."

"Forgive me," Robin tried to enlighten him. "I've been in my head this entire night. I'm very wary of our travels."

She sensed that her words had somehow reassured him a bit as he broadened back up to his full height. He must be the tallest of the army, she thought. He seemed to tower over everyone else, even when he slouched or sat down. She was surprised to realize that his armor rattles louder than anyones, but his stealth makes it seem undetectable. She would have to ask him later how he does it.

"Anyway, what was it you were trying to tell me?"

"Hm? Oh, I was talking to Tharja and she had detected big traces of magic earlier. I thought I should let you know before we-"

A loud rumble stopped the army in its tracks, the ground shaking under their horses began to panic, Sumia doing her best to calm them. Robin steadied herself with one of the wagons she was next to, looking up to see one of the stone beasts she had encountered before emerging from the ground. Adrenaline began to pump in her veins and she studied the area quickly, making note of the woodland and terrain. She could try to lead everyone into the forest, but what would that do? It could easily move to knock them and nearby trees down, resulting in casualties that she does not want. The terrain was simple and easy enough: flat plains to help them move around it. She could do her best to flank the creature and take it down with a couple blows.

A pounding in her head began to swell and she dropped to one knee. Another migraine? Now? Screams and cries caught wind to her ears and she looked up to see half of the Shepherds were split into two groups. The stone golem swang its arms slowly, but wildly. The pegasi fliers trying their best to distract it from hitting any of the traveling wagons or others.

She watched as Cordelia took a long dive in the air to try and hit its side, but saw the other arm getting ready to land a blow on her. A flame began to burn inside her and she felt her head swell again.

"Cordelia," Robin gasped. "Wait!"

Before she knew it, she felt the world slow and her head felt clear again. She remembered something. Insight. She had forgotten that she could predict battle movements and see things on the battlefield. All in a flash, she could see different things. The amount of strength both enemies and allies have, different kinds of weaponry everyone owns, and who is better suited. It's almost as if she could size up to enemies in a flash. Cordelia's strength is only slightly higher than the stone golem and her speed significantly more, but she can't see the fist coming at her from her angle. She was in a blindspot and it could result in a near death experience.

Using this opportunity, she spots Libra in front of the golem, a hand axe in hand. She breaks out of her kneeling position and rushes over, but in doing so, her insight disappears. Noticing she won't make it in time, she called out to him.

"Libra! Toss your handaxe into the faceplate!"

Libra, shocked to hear her call, but grateful nonetheless, nods and plants a blow in the middle of the face plate. This causes the stone creature to lose motion in its arm and focus all together as it hits trees instead. Cordelia swishes below it's armpit and scraps a good chunk of its life away.

Robin felt satisfied in making the right call, but it felt too soon as it let out a roar and smashed it's fists into the ground, grabbing a handful of rock and gravel. Sucking in a breath, she tried to control her insight once more. Time once again slowed and she noticed it's trajectory aiming for Cherche and Stahl in the rearguard. Tharja and Miriel were perfect supports for them as Maribelle could watch over them as healer.

Snapping out of it, she called out once again to the rear, instructing them her plan. All agreed and, thankfully, Cherche was the only one who took damage from the falling rock. Her head had a dull throb, but she had already used Insight twice already. Despite knowing how to use it, she was inexperienced still from not using the skill for so long. She looked forward again, instructing each Shepherd to get into pairs. She reached the wagon where Lissa and Morgan were held up. Lon'qu was already at Lissa's side, guarding her from any fallen debris.

"Are you alright?" Robin shot Lissa a worried look, trying not to take her eyes off of the enemy.

"We're fine! But Emm-!"

"I'll handle it, don't worry!" Robin tried to give Lissa a brave smile, but Lissa didn't seem to take it, looking every bit worried. She was clutching her staff tightly and shivering from the cold and worry. Robin turned to Morgan, her sword already out and ready for battle. "Follow me."

The young girl seemed to hesitate, but followed Robin regardless. Skirting around the golem was no easy feat as it was still swinging its arms to catch the pegasi fliers. Robin did her best to call out instructions to others, making sure to optimize each and every one of their skills to its fullest against the golem. Robin made a move to go around to the right, but was caught in its arm swinging towards her and Morgan. Robin opened her book to summon Elwind, only narrowly catching it's arm from crushing the two. She caught Chrom in the corner of her eye. He stood with Vaike and Frederick in the golems blindspot; right behind it. She was glad to see them uninjured, but was displeased to see enemy men surrounding him, Vaike, Frederick, and Emmeryn. She pumped her legs fast, using elwind to propel her forward, to get to his side, but was stopped by a thief. He dropped down in front of the pair, his posture loose and unorthodox. In his hand was a knife, it looked too beautiful to be seen dirtied by someone's blood. Jewels were encrusted into the handle, the handle made of gold.

"Hold it, girlie," The man's face showed bloodlust and pleasure, disgusting Robin. "I've got business to do with you."

He took a swipe at her with a knife, Robin swiftly dodging it. He noticed her eyeing the knife and chuckled, taking a few more swift jabs at her with it.

"Oh? You've taken a liking to my predecessor's sacrificial knife, eh? It is meant for someone as glorious as me to use it. It was bestowed upon me by our lord and savior, Grima! But don't worry, I'll make sure it eats up your blood fast. He, too, will know of your blood."

Elfire was shot into his face, making him stumble back a few steps. Robin started to feel a bit of her energy spent, but she knew she had to push back against her limit to win against this man. He cursed and yelled, crouching to rush forward once more to take wild slashes at her. Two of them nicked her arm and face. The cuts stung against the cold air and she could already feel a trickle of blood go down her face. The crazy man giggled with glee and tried to aim for more swipes. Lower this time, aiming at Robin's abdomen, but was met with a sword to the leg. Morgan had rolled below and was able to sever a tendon in his leg that made him buckle. Another cry rang out from him and he shot a glare at her, throwing a knife at her, but was blown away by Robin's wind spell.

Robin began to feel a dark energy rise from within and it made her stomach churn. She tried to bury it, bringing forth the feeling of Elthunder instead: an electrifying feeling that sent pricks down to her fingertips. She aimed it right at the man, letting out a cry.

"You're finished!"

It hit him with a satisfying blow, the man letting out one final scream, before falling to the ground. Looking over to Morgan, she gave her a nod. " Come on, let's go."

The two didn't leave a moment to lose and dashed over to Chrom, most of the men already down. Leaving three left, Vaike and Frederick made a wall between them and Emmeryn. Emmeryn close by with a healing staff in hand. They both made moves to hit two of the men, but the last move made his advances towards Chrom.

A burly man, packed with muscle and holding no weapon, threw punches at Chrom. The prince dodged them with a parry to the sword each time, but was blown back a few more steps. The man grabbed onto Falchion, trying to pry it away from Chrom's hands, the two in a struggling match.

"Tell me, young prince," The man's breath reeked out rot and old mead. "Tell me where the experiment model is and I shall spare your life."

"Model?" Chrom strained. "Do you mean, my sister?"

"The woman? No." The man finally gave up pulling, and went into pushing this time. Throwing his shoulder into Chrom's ribcage. This knocked him over, the wind forcefully pushed out of his lungs. Gasping for breath, he felt a kick into his side. A handful of hair was grabbed, pulling Chrom from the ground. He yelled and tried to make a grab at the man's arm. "What I want is the little bird. She flew away from her nest and we need her back."

Then it dawned on Chrom. Robin? They were after Robin? Chrom made a swipe to the man's legs, successfully getting him face down into the dirt. Making sure the man's hands were underneath his knee, Chrom grabbed Falchion and pressed the blade close to the man's throat.

"Tell me, are you with the Grimeal?"

The man only answered with a laugh.

"Answer me!"

"If we are, would you really be upset with losing another precious tactician?"

This made Chrom's blood boil and without a second thought, sliced the man's throat open. The man laid there silently, blood seeping into the ground as he died out. Looking up, he realized that they had to still deal with the giant stone monster that had emerged from the ground. He let out a guttural noise of displeasure and rushed forward to hit the base of the creature.

"Chrom!"

He halted midway and saw Robin rushing to join him, Morgan by her side. With her tome out, she casted a thunder spell into the back of it's head. It let out another roar and seemed to stop for a brief moment.

"Frederick and Vaike, stay together! Chrom, pair up with Emmeryn!" Robin began to instruct, her eyes burning with focus. "We've almost got it, we just need to all hit it at the same time!"

With the three pairs ready, Robin instructed them to flank each side as she and Morgan stayed right behind it. With each and every pair of the army paired and ready to strike on Robin's say, she raised her arm to let out the signal. But not before she could summon a wisp of magic, the golem let out a roar and whipped its head into the ground, dragging it back and forth. The allies that were in range were hit with massive damage, but with the help of Lissa, Emmeryn, and Maribelle they had enough energy to carry the final blow.

With Robin finally ready, her hand was raised and she let out a loud, "Checkmate!" and Elthunder came down from the sky to strike it in the head. That made it clear to everyone to hit it now. With the golem stunned, the army let loose and hit it with everything they had. The golem didn't even get a chance to react, before crumbling into pieces before them, into the cracks it came from.

There was peace for a moment, and Robin let out a sigh of relief. Her energy was spent and she knew that not everyone came out unscathed. Her wounds began to burn and she needed them to get treated. Turning to Morgan, she let out a relieved smile.

"Nicely done out there!" She praised me. "I knew you were skilled, but you were exceptionally well. You read my moves to counteract them!"

The young girl stood there, looking blank at first, but then was surprised. "Oh, um, it was nothing. I just use my insight to watch your moves."

Robin blinked in surprise. She already knows how to use Insight? She was impressed. She recalled finally mastering Insight before she was 19, but a young girl close to 15 was remarkable.

"You did very well," She placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you have some remarks and comments about our journey? I would love to hear your input at the next strategy meeting."

For the first time since Robin joined, she found a small sparkle in Morgan's eyes. She no longer looked like she was in deep mourning, but had found excitement and joy. Emotions that young girls, such as herself, should be emoting. Finding that she had moved something within her heart, she made a move to Chrom.

"Come on, let's regroup and-"

Robin's world began to spin and shift and she caught herself before she could hit her head on the ground. She had noticed that the cuts she had received from earlier were numb, but she had deduced them to be from adrenaline. Now, her arm had gone numb as well as one of her legs. Her face twitched and she couldn't feel her lips. Her ear was beginning to lose hearing as Morgan's panicked cries rang softly in her ears.

Before Robin could react, she saw the crazy man from earlier, rise from his spot. His face and body were coated with burnt skin and blood, the wild look in his eyes still there. He rushed forward to stab at Morgan and Robin used Insight to slow the flow of time once more, only to quickly grab Morgan with her free arm and shield her from the blow.

But the blow never came.

Waiting a few seconds, Robin looked up and was met with a cloaked figure in her vision. Time was once again slowed and Robin could only see specs of blue within her vision. The ground glowed with a bright blue, illuminating around them. A spear was run through the man's body and the knife was held high mid-swing. The person pulled the spear out forcefully and made a swipe to vault the person far from Robin. After forcefully sweeping the blood of the spear, they turned to crouch in front of Robin. Golden eyes peeked through beneath the hood and Robin tried making out any distinghable facial features, but her vision had gone blurry thanks to the poison.

A cool, refreshing feeling washed over her body, making her drowsy. Her hearing had gone back to normal and her arm and leg no longer felt numb. Fighting the urge to stay awake, she once again peered into the hood. A soft smile was given and the golden eyes blinked once more before disappearing, time moving righteous once again.

Morgan rustled beneath her arm and looked up into Robin's face. Her eyes once again, starry, but also worried.

"Robin! Are you alright?"

She didn't seem to have noticed that anything had changed, but Robin could live with that. She nodded, haphazardly. "I'm fine," She gasped, her voice hoarse. "I might just need some rest and some healing."

Morgan made a move to squirm beneath her arms and made her way over to Chrom and Emmeryn, tugging on Emmeryn's cloak. The trio rushed over, Emmeryn focusing her energy into the staff. The staff healed up her wounds, but couldn't get rid of the drowsiness that Robin was experiencing. Who was that person and why did she save her? Was she watching her? Did she know her at all?

Robin felt arms help her up and she was met with Chrom's eyes. He smiled at her and tugged her arm over his shoulder.

"Looks like we carried the day," He chuckled. "I'm glad everything worked out in the end."

"How is everyone? Anyone else injured?" She looked around, trying to get a good glimpse of the rest of the army.

"Only a couple scrapes," Frederick butted in. "Nothing more. The healers are more than capable of keeping them in shape."

Robin let out a relieved breath, one she didn't know she was holding. She was growing more weary and tired. Her legs moved sluggishly and she could barely keep her eyes open. Before she could even react, she was placed on a wooden surface. She pried her eyes open to see her on one of the wagons. Chrom had gathered some blankets and placed them next to her.

"We've had a long journey, get some rest."

Robin shook her head and tried to get up. "Not yet, I need to make sure the convoy isn't damaged and some of the wagons still need repairing. There's too much work to do."

She managed to get on her feet, but her knees went weak. Robin cursed her incapable self of doing such high magic. She needed more practice to become stronger. Chrom caught Robin before she could fall, helping her back onto the wagon.

"There may be work, but you need rest. We cannot function together as well when one is not in the right mind. Let me handle it." Chrom locked eyes with her, his face set in determination, but she knew that he was worried. She felt conflicted, but she knew she could trust him and the others. They did survive without her for so long.

"Alright," She said softly, slowly gathering one of the blankets in her arms. "But one condition."

Chrom stopped at her request, an eyebrow perched. "And what will it be?"

"You should also get some rest. Emmeryn is worried too for your health."

Chrom chuckled and ran his gloved hand through his hair. There were some bits of dried blood and dirt matted into his hair, but they were shaken out when his hand ran through the locks.

"All right then, agreed."

He took another blanket and placed it over her legs. With a smile, he turned to hurry over to the rest of the army. They were picking up any weapon, tome, or extra cargo that had fallen in the midst of battle. She could see and faintly hear Chrom giving orders, watching them disperse across the area. Many of the men were lifting the fallen rock from the creature out of the path. Frederick, most noticeably, swept away smaller rocks and pebbles when an area had been cleared of bigger rocks. She chuckled and snuggled in one of the crooks of the wagon, her head resting on the headboard. Before long, she had already succumbed to sleep, unknowing that she was being watched from afar.

The woman watched her and clutched the pendant she wore around her neck. She knew that Morgana had entrusted her to watch over Robin, but Nelson was close to capturing her. She couldn't hide from Robin much longer if these attacks kept occurring.

"Morgana, lend me your strength." she mumbled, praying that Morgana could hear her.

Where ever she was.

Sharp cold air woke Robin up. A nip at her nose, made her sneeze and no matter how close to bundled the blanket to her body, she was still freezing. Finally embracing it, she threw the blanket off of her and rubbed her face softly, making sure the heat from her hands could warm her cheeks.

Opening her eyes was another challenge to brave as the light was bright and stung her corneas. Once finally open, she could only see white. It was everywhere! Robin couldn't believe it. Jumping over the side, her boots made a loud crunch when it made an impact. So much snow in one place and time!

She scooped some up in her hands, holding it close to her face to see a glimpse of the small unique flake. An object hit her arm, making her stumble a step. The snow she had been holding fell from her hands and she turned to look at whoever hit her.

Nowi and Vaike stood still, eyes wide. Nowi gave a glance at Vaike, quickly pointing a finger at the man.

"He did it!"

"What?! Oh for cripes sake-Nowi you liar! We know you did it and no one's savin' your hide!" Vaike had begun to approach Nowi with a huge ball of snow, patting it down for extra support. Nowi let out a squeal and ran over to Robin.

"Robiiin! Save mee!"

Robin had watched this scene, but instead of helping Nowi, she also began to pack a ball of snow into her hands. A smile curled up on her lips.

"Oh Nowi~," Robin sang-song. "Do you think I could forget a mischievous stunt like that? Prepare yourself!"

With that, Robin launched her snowball and began an all out snowball war in the middle of a march. The rest of the army watched with curiosity as entertainment ensued. Emmeryn watched from afar. The little fun the three had bought a smile to her face, recalling early memories from her childhood with Chrom and Lissa. Making her mind up, she trotted her horse next to Chrom's wagon and tapped his shoulder, jolting him awake from his drowsiness.

"Dear brother, I believe we should take a rest from our march and sit awhile. The troops look hungry and cold and we still have most of the day left to travel." She slowed her horse down into a stop and slid down the saddle. "Besides, I would like to stretch my legs for a while."

Chrom was too tired to argue and simply gave a nod to her words. He slowed his horses as well and commanded Frederick to send word to the others about their short rest. After a while, fires were started and the smell of beef stew gently wafted into the air. The snowball fight had a couple more contenders as the army settled down. Giaus and Donnel had joined Robin's side in defeating Nowi, Vaike, and now Morgan. Robin had shot too far and accidently pelted the back of Morgan's head. That had meant war between the two, although Morgan looked like she was having fun.

Before long, the two teams began to feel the fatigue and cold succumb to their bones. With a truce between the teams, they all trudged over to the campfire where Sumia was serving the soup.

"Here we are!" Sumia placed one of the bowls in Robin's hands. Her hands warming up instantly from the transfer of heat. "Be careful, the soup is hotter than you think."

Robin gave her a grateful smile and made her way back to one of the wagons, careful not to spill the soup on her hands. She found Morgan had already claimed a spot in the corner with Robin's blanket from earlier.

"An enemy and a thief?" Robin chuckled, sitting on the edge of the wagon. "And here I thought we were allies."

Morgan looked up from her soup, startled at the sudden conversation. "OH! Uh, yeah. That's me, a cunning child." She flashed a half-hearted smile, tugging the blanket around her body more. Robin studied her physique, watching her closely. Her guard was up more than usual and she was referring to herself as "cunning". Was she belittling herself? How come? Robin could see how talented and smart she was. She had read battle plans and strategies from before her time with the Shepherds. Every battle was spot on! There were always a few mistakes and mishaps, but the point was that she had successfully gotten the army back in one piece.

She scooted into the wagon, opposite of Morgan. She stirred her soup a little to cool it down and thought carefully, watching the pieces of meat and vegetable move within the broth.

"You're right," She said slowly. "You are cunning. But I sense more than that. There's a wonderful young girl that aspires to be something more. You may not see it yet, but many of us do. I've seen your works and plans."

She saw Morgan tense up in the corner of her eye. "...You have?"

Robin hummed and took a sip of the soup, slowly not to burn her tongue.

"Of course, I had to get a feel of what I was getting myself into when joining the Shepherds. Those strategies were wonderfully made, I hope to see more of you during our war meetings."

There was a quiet stillness between the two while they ate in each other's company. Robin had just finished her bowl and had got ready to get second helpings when she felt something touch her knee. Morgan held her bowl out to her, her face half covered in her blanket.

"Thank you." She mumbled. "I really appreciate it."

Robin smiled, taking the bowl from her. "Of course, anytime."

She hopped down from the wagon, another crunch coming from below. She had turned to leave, but was stopped again by Morgan's call.

"Hey Robin, what made you want to join us? I mean, you came from somewhere too right? Where was your home before us?"

This made Robin freeze. Those burning questions that she kept forgetting to think about, it had all come back to her to haunt her. She didn't want to think about what horrid things she might have done in her past or who she was.

She flashed Morgan a smile, a half-arsed one at best, and tried to play it off. "How about we talk about that some other time?"

Turning sharply on her heels, she made her way back over to the campfire and pot. She never knew who she really was. Will she ever? All of her thoughts only consisted of being with the Shepherds, making sure they're ok and alive. But never has she tried to divert from the path. Even from before, all she could think about was getting into the castle in Ylisse. Finding the capitol, meeting Lissa, Chrom, and the others; was she trying to subconsciously do something malicious to them? The image of Chrom dying in front of her flashed in her mind once more and she shook her head at it, willing it to go away. It felt like a dream, but her other senses told her otherwise. It was real. She knew it was real. But Chrom stood by the campfire, alive and well.

She didn't want to ponder it any further.

"Robin! Back for seconds?" Sumia took one of the bowls from her, filling it halfway. "Sorry for the smaller portion this time, but we need everyone to have two fillings before we set off again!"

"Not a problem," Robin cleared her throat, trying to choke down any uneasiness she was feeling. "I have Morgan's bowl too."

"Perfect. How did you like it? I had some help from Olivia and Frederick, but I believe this is my best soup so far." Sumia handed her back her bowl and gestured for the other. Robin complied and watched her fill the other bowl.

"It's wonderful. I really enjoy the hint of spice that you had put in there. It really gives it a nice kick!"

"I'm glad you liked it! This lady was selling some exotic spices in the market and I thought it was perfect!"

"Really? You must tell me what it is."

Sumia pulled it out of a pouch on her hip. Black seeds clattered inside the glass bottle, an oily liquid coating the sides of the bottle.

"She told me that she had marinated some peppercorns with fish oil, to bring out the best taste, for a couple weeks."

Robin blanched at the sound of fish oil, but quickly recovered as the soup had tasted just as good. She thanked Sumia before heading back to Morgan. She now knew that it was better sometimes to not know what was in food.

She handed Morgan back her bowl, before scarfing hers down, trying not to think about the fish oil. Morgan had given her a pointed look, before also draining hers rather fast. Before long, everyone in the army was full, well-rested and ready to go. Well, except one.

Chrom was struggling to stay awake. From the incident of last night, to making sure Robin was resting well, and the anxiety for his dear sister's safety, he had hardly grabbed a wink himself. He steadied himself by one of the horses and let out a breath, watching it rise into a powdery puff. He prayed to Naga that the rest of the trip was quiet and they would all get there in one piece. The gruff bandit flashed in his mind again, his words bothering him.

Was Robin related to the Robin he knew before? If they were, why the same name? The questions that lay in front of him made no sense to his tired mind and the cold didn't help. He made a mental note to tell Emm and Frederick later about the man and his words.

Robin was rinsing hers and Morgan's bowls in the snow, when she noticed Chrom's unstable persona. She approached him, the bowls clattering loudly together. Chrom, not knowing she was behind him, jumped when she put a hand on his arm. It was warm against his cold open bicep. It was also far more slender and smooth than he thought. His thoughts began to travel and he quickly pushed them far from his mind. He cursed how stubborn he is when it came to warm clothes.

"Chrom?" Her voice was far away in his ears. "Are you alright?"

"U-uh, yeah!" He ran a hand over his face to wake himself up. " 'm just tired."

Robin frowned at his mumbled speech.

"Come on, let's get you some blankets." She pulled at his upper arm so he could follow, but she found that he resisted. His bicep bulged under her hand as he stood there firmly and tried to gently remove his arm from her hand.

"I'm quite alright," He forced a smile and placed a gloved hand over hers. "I just need to walk it off."

Robin whipped her eyes to his, hers firm and narrow. He had told her to get some rest and he hasn't even done the same for himself! The nerve of this man. She made a move to grab his hand, but he noticed and tried to pull away. But she was faster. Clutching his hands in hers, she dragged him to the wagon she and Morgan occupied and practically threw him into it. Chrom was surprised and now very awake as she had put her hands under his armpits and hoisted him enough to have him sit in the wagon. Laying on his side, he stared at her with wide eyes, completely shocked at her.

She was unmoved as she grabbed an extra blanket and threw it on top of him. No words had been exchanged, but the two knew exactly what each other was thinking as they stared at each other. Robin's stare was more sharp and pointed, daring and challenging to say the least. Chrom had the expression of a kicked puppy dog, but Robin did not give in.

"If the captain is unable to work, then the Shepherds tactician has to step in when the captain cannot!" Robin kept her voice clear and stern. "The head Tactician's orders are to get some well-needed rest. The assistant Tactician will help keep an eye on you while you are resting."

Morgan gave a start and looked at Robin with confusion. Pointing to herself, she mouthed, "me?", to which Robin nodded her head to her, before whipping it back to Chrom.

"Is that clear?"

All Chrom could do was nod.

She finally let out a breathy sigh, her gaze growing soft. "Chrom, we cannot function well if one of us isn't getting enough sleep or exercise. You of all people know this. Please try to take better care of yourself. I will watch over the Shepherds and Emm, but try to get some sleep before we get to Regna Foxx."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the head wagon where Frederick and Emmeryn waited. Frederick was the one who noticed her first, straightening up with a stern face ready for display.

"Robin, where is Chrom?" He demanded. She could almost sense hostility, but she knew he was just concerned for the Prince's presence.

"Peace, Frederick." Robin let out a shaky laugh, suddenly nervous in the underwhelming stare that the knight gave. "He failed to get proper rest last night, so I had him take rest near the convoy with Morgan."

One of Frederick's eyebrows irked up a fraction before he regained posture. "Understood. I had noticed that he was on high alert the entire night. I must thank you for doing a deed that I had missed earlier."

She let out a wary laugh. "No, no. It's quite alright! I'm sure one of us would have caught it and done the same."

"I, for one, am glad you did so." Emmeryn spoke up, a smile radiating from her face. "He's always been a stubborn boy, even when he was younger. Perhaps, I shall tell you more stories later?"

Robin perked up at the sound of a younger Chrom running around claiming wild things.

"I would be delighted!" She gestured towards Emm's horse and the path ahead. "Let's head out before we lose any more light."

As the troops got ready to tread the path once more, two individuals sat together, unsure of themselves. One of them had to sleep and the other had to watch them sleep. Chrom had adjusted himself to lie on his back, removing his cape to tuck under his head to use as a pillow. Two blankets wrapped around him, one of them was Robin's. He could still smell a bit of the soap she used on it and he felt his face grow warm. She is his right hand man, not to mention an almost carbon copy of the previous Robin. He did not want to get mixed up in complicated things in the middle of a war.

"What do you think?"

Morgan's voice cut through to him, his head turning to her. She had her legs folded to her chest with the blanket wrapped tightly. Her eyes studied his demeanor closely.

"What do you mean?" Chrom asked, cautiously as he knew where this might be heading.

"She's just like him and you expect us all to accept her just like that?" Her voice trembled slightly, trying not to waver. "She can't replace him, no matter who it is. Why did you have her join us in the first place? I know I could do the same as her or maybe better!"

Chrom sat up from his place and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her breath was shaky and her eyes were clouded with misty tears, anger, and sadness. She looked away, a sleeve reaching up to wipe her face.

"I understand your pain." He spoke softly for only her ears. "We all are. You're right, she can't replace him. But her condition was just like his and yours. No ties, no family, and nowhere to call home. I would do the same thing to anyone else." He looked up to find Robin laughing with his sister, a hand covering her mouth as she gleefully smiled. "I can see the same potential as his and while you have amazing talent, you could also learn from her. She has the same experience and knowledge as all of us. She can also learn from you too, so you have to keep her on her toes."

He gave her a wink and smiled, bringing her in for a side hug.

"But I know he's still out there. We'll find him, I know it."

He felt her head nod in agreement and arms wrap around his torso. The two stayed like that for a while, but soon both drifted off into sleep, where Robin had occupied both of their dreams.