Her head was aching when Robin awoke. Whatever had been done in the battle has brought itself with her to the infirmary. She found herself lying in a cot, a thin military blanket thrown across her. Her coat lay folded on a chair by her cot and her boots underneath her cot, leaving her with only her tank top and pants underneath the sheet. Her shoulder and her knees were wrapped up in bandages, but she could tell that they were mostly healed. Most likely the cause of repetitive healing staves,salves, and concoctions.

Sitting up, she surveyed the room and saw many of the past opponents that didn't make it. Libra was tending to one of the men that had also just woken up, handing out some bandages and checking for fresh open wounds. He made his way over to her, giving her a small smile.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was soft as he handed her a waterskin. It was mildly bitter; it was most likely laced with a vulnary for healing. "You and Cordelia really did a number to each other that round. I was worried that she cut off the muscles behind your knee, but it seems that she was delicate so you could walk."

Robin drank greedily and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "She put up a wonderful display. She's an exceptional fighter-It almost felt like she was going to finish me off for good."

Both chuckled nervously, before Libra set down his basket of items. The vulnaries rattled around quietly within the items.

"May I?"

Robin nodded, letting him pull back the covers to examine her legs. With her pants rolled up above her knees and her lying on her stomach, Libra unwrapped the cloth. He was quiet for a moment before humming to himself.

"Is everything alright?" Robin asked nervously.

"Hm? Ah, yes. It's just peculiar." He trailed off. "The cuts were deep, but not enough to sever the ligaments near your knees. It should have left a light scar, but it seems…"

Robin did her best to peer around her shoulder to look at her legs.

"...like nothing ever happened at all."

Libra was right. Her skin was still a smooth cream color and there was no indication of scars or wounds. She jolted up and brought her legs up to take a closer look. Nothing. The skin was as fresh as a newborn child. A cold ball coiled in her gut; something was wrong. She glanced at her shoulder and looked back at Libra. He caught on to her implications and started to unwrap her shoulder as well.

On the last wrap, both held their breath as Libra gingerly peeled back the layer.

A dark wound was revealed with bits of flaking dead skin and dried blood bits. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't totally healed.

Both let out a sigh and Libra reached for a salve he had in the basket. Robin examined her shoulder and then her legs. Did someone use Mend or Recover? But if they did, it would have healed her shoulder and others around her too. Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold slimy feeling on her shoulder. She hissed as some of the slave got into some of the open wounds that hadn't healed yet.

Both sat in silence as Libra applied what was needed and re-covered her wound with fresh bandages. When he was done, he left the ointment on her cot, leaving with a smile.

Robin watched nervously as he left and made a move for her coat and boots. She didn't know what everyone still thought of her, but she knew there was a lot of mistrust and grief when it came to her. Of course, it will take time for them to warm up to her. Libra was an interesting man to say the least, even when he is an enigmatic person. He seemed kind, but Robin felt like there was something deep and dark underneath his kind exterior. He seemed perturbed by the fact that her skin had healed well on her legs, but not on her shoulder. He didn't seem to trust whatever force of nature she was. She felt the need to help him and hurry after him.

But now is not the time. There still was a tournament and Robin still needs to find the infiltrator from earlier. Throwing on her coat and pocketing the ointment, she made her way to the opening. She was startled to find Chrom sitting at the cot closest to the open tent.

"Chrom!" She hurried over. He noticed Robin and gave her a shy laugh, waving at her with one hand as the other was getting healed. He looked roughed up for sure, but even he came out of it better than she did. His face was covered in dirt and his hair splayed up in different angles. A healer had just finished healing the last of his wounds before giving a low quick curtsey and scurrying away to the next person.

"How did you fare?" Robin did another quick take on his person, seeing his leg and arm wrapped in cloth with blood faintly peeping up on the surface. "Not well, I assume?"

"You have a keen eye," He joked sarcastically. "I was bested by one of the best swordsmen in Ferox."

"Lon'qu." They both said at the same time, earning a chuckle out of both of them.

The man didn't seem to know when to hold back in a duel, the only exception was if his opponent was a woman. Robin surveyed the medic tent once again and helped Chrom to his feet.

"So now Lon'qu and Cordelia are against each other."

"Indeed." Chrom stretched his arms and Robin heard a crack from some joints. "Let us pray that Lon'qu does not become too eager and takes Cordelia out like you were."

Robin winced at the memory. "It was a very…fun and interesting challenge. Cordelia is better than she thinks. She has the potential to become the pegasi knights leader."

Chrom chuckled and agreed with her. They both exited the tent and made their way back to the arena stands to watch the final round. The two talked fervently and excitedly about the match and about their previous matches. It was easy to talk to each other, as easy as the water flows down a stream.

Wind poured through the entrance to the arena, blowing her hair into her face and mouth. She spat any stands that stuck to her mouth, while Chrom laughed at her reaction. She pouted and pushed his shoulder playfully, before taking handfuls of her hair and started tying it back up.

"You should keep your hair like that." Chrom spoke. He brushed his fingers through some locks, shocking Robin. "It looks nice."

She felt like time was frozen and her heart started to race. At first, it felt like she was having a heart attack, but she knew she would be fine. Letting go of her hair, she let some of it fall on his hand, causing him to pull away from the weight.

"Whatever you say, Captain." She let out a nervous chuckle, trying to keep her gaze elsewhere. He chuckled at her response.

"You're starting to sound like Sumia."

"And you're starting to sound like Virion with your remark."

He turned to her with a confused look. "Virion?"

She returned her look and stared at him. Did he not even realize what he did? He's more daft than I thought." She thought. "Never mind that then." She laughed off.

"By the way," Chrom seemed to shake off what she said and kept going on casual conversation. "What did you want to tell me earlier? You seemed nervous."

Robin froze mid-step and remembered the imposter.

"I believe that someone was trying to get to one of us during the tournament." Robin breathed. "Someone came to my room posing as Olivia and tried to enter my room. I left and found the real Olivia watching one of the matches."

Chrom's eyebrows furrowed. "Who would have…" The man that Chrom fought days before they arrived at Regna Ferox came to mind. "Listen Robin, when we fought the stone golem, there was a man who wanted to take you. He told me to 'hand her over or else'."

Robin put her hand over her mouth. Why would someone want her so badly? Unless it was staged something like a coup. Perhaps they were after her power? Or possibly the book? There seemed to be variables to this that she could not see.

"For now, let's keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. We know our comrades better than anyone. If we feel the need to, we must question them with something only we know. We should tell Emm, Lissa, and Frederick as soon as we can."

"I agree. Let's go."

The two made it to the mezzanine booth where both of the Khans and Emmeryn sat and watched the fight. Emmeryn was the first to notice them and gestured over for Chrom to stand next to her. Robin stood back farther behind them.

"I must congratulate you, dear brother." She held her hand out to hold his, which he took with eagerness.

"Emm, I didn't even win." He chuckled and placed his other hand on her shoulder.

"I know, but I watched you fight your hardest against the best. You deserve to be awarded with some sort of praise." She gripped his hand and smiled warmly.

"Thank you sister."

Robin smiled as she watched the two siblings laugh and watch the match. She felt almost jealous of their sibling love. Was there someone or maybe a family waiting to hear she was alright as well? The thought was swift as the wind; Momentarily there and gone the next. Not everything can stay happy; there must be bad news as well as good.

"Your Gr-I mean, Emm," She stepped forward and went to Emmeryn's unoccupied side. "I fear we have something dire to tell you."

Robin is the one that mostly talks as she explains the situation as the rest listens. When she finishes, all are silent in the midst of cheers and cries of joy around them. Flavia looks to Basilio as the latter sits with furrowed brows and a calm demeanor. Emmeryn shows little fear, but her eyes are glazed with worry and anxiousness. Basilio is the first to speak.

"We'll have extra guards posted outside the arena and we must make sure our borders are secured. Everything that comes in and out of the border must be checked thoroughly."

"I couldn't agree more with this oaf." Flavia jumps in. "We must alert our closest advisors and comrades. They can execute plans amongst themselves better than we could." She let out a small chuckle, her eyes endearing as she looked out to the fighters cheering.

Robin steals a glance at Chrom and watches him grip Emmeryn's hand tighter. She remembers that he had told her before that she was saved by the old tactician and him. A plan that could have gone awry at any moment. If anything were to happen to them in her stead, Robin could not forgive herself.

"We plan to tell The Shepherds about it immediately as soon as the rest of our companions are done with their battle." She steps in. "If we must, we would need to have a secure route back to Ylisstol if necessary."

"A route back?" Flavia scoffs. "Whatever for? You all were invited by us to stay a couple days to enjoy festivities and make peace with our people."

"Forgive me," She bites back on her tone, making sure not to sound aggravated. The last thing she would want to do is offend the current Khan. "I only mean to say this as a precaution to ensure a way back if anything were to happen to Ylisstol or a threat were to appear for-"

She stops as she locks eyes with Emmeryn. Her worried look gone, instead a steely cold look stared right into her. Robin closed her mouth and hastily looked away. She couldn't bear disappointing the Queen of Ylisse, Chrom's older sister at that.

"Forgive me, your Grace" She says softly. "I did not mean-"

Emmeryn holds up her hand to silence her.

"Peace Robin. It is alright." And to Robin's surprise, she takes Robin's hand in hers and squeezes it reassuringly. "I understand. If you are worried for my safety, it wouldn't be the first time someone was. But please, everything in the kingdom will be alright. My people assure me that we have strong will and people to defend themselves. We will harbor the image of peace in any continent, wherever we are."

"...thank you." Robin smiles softly at her and squeezes back.

The group is silent for a moment, before Flavia gets up and wraps her arm around Robin's shoulders.

"Let's say, you and I have a drink sometime!" She laughs aloud. The tension seemed to melt away fast as Flavia took Robin's arm and had her sit next to her on the bench. The rest of the evening was merry and joyous as Everyone watched the finale of the championship. Lon'qu and Cordelia fought hard against each other as the arena cheered for their respected picks, but with one final dash towards the man who so loathed women, Lon'qu went spinning and landed on his head quite hard. Cordelia was deemed the winner and was showered with flowers and embraces from her fellow comrades in arms.

As the Khans relay congratulations to the winners and runner ups, Robin and Chrom both congratulate her with hugs and laughter. All are silenced as Emmeryn stands to speak.

"What a wonderful display of bravery and strength I have witnessed in this arena today!" Her usual soft voice echoes throughout the arena, a tome in her hand. Robin notices that it is an advanced tome that uses wind to project her voice. "I must commend you all for your wonderful displays! Despite our misgivings and misconceptions, we all are truly friends and comrades in our borders and out. I pray that all of us see each other in a more peaceful time and greet each other again as we all did today!"

And with her last word, the arena burst into cheers and shouts rallying towards Emmeryn. It had seemed louder than before as the graceful leader waved and smiled at the crowds. Robin joined in and cheered as loud as she could for the person she so looked up to.

Later that night, the army moved themselves to the barracks where they all drank and ate together, still singing praises and cheering on the winner and the competitors. Cordelia was laughing as she sat next to Gaius and Sumia, rambling about her match and even waved at Lon'qu who gave her a nod before getting pulled along by Lissa who sat him next to her and Maribelle and Libra.

Robin watched the crowd while she sipped on her tankard of mead, allowing the sour and sweet taste slowly dissolve on her tongue. Stahl, who is currently next to her, makes a remark on Oilvia's form during her battles which causes said dancer to blush excessively before covering her face with her hands. The table only showers her with affection and praise, which makes her face grow more shades of red than any sun or spell could do. Miriel writes down in her book, observing Olivia before peppering her with questions.

A thunk startles her as another cup is placed by hers. Chrom's laugh echoes in her ear as he replaces Stahl's seat, while Stahl is dragged off by Nowi who cries for him to help her with a bird. Robin tried to notice him too much, pretending to be heavily invested in Frederick's remarks to Vaike's moves during the match and what he could have done better.

"You put your hair up again." Chrom's breath tickled her neck, startling her and sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh! Well," Robin spluttered, raising her hand to rub her neck nonchalantly. "Nowi begged me to let her do it this time. I guess I'm just letting them accessorize me to their heart's content."

Robin inspected the new hair do. Her hair was put up in its usual place, but now a loop was strung in as braids fell from her head. It was a childish hairdo, but she let Nowi do as she pleased as she got jealous when she saw Lissa do her hair earlier. She rubbed one of the braids in between her fingers and chuckled at the thought of Nowi pouting.

"But I'm perfectly content in my original style myself."

Chrom laughed. "I'm sure if Vaike wanted to personalize my hair, I would have to turn him down. Can you imagine?"

Robin let out a snort and laughed as she could see Chrom with a ridiculous comb over with spiky hair flowing out the back of his head. The thought was hilarious. The rest of the night was eventful as some became a little too rowdy and drunk as songs were being shouted aloud and at one point a dance had begun. Some had pulled out their instruments and started playing a cheerful shanty. Robin danced with many of the female members and once with Gregor, Donnel, and Ricken. The night seemed to melt any fear and worry away-

-but as it always goes; where there is good, there is also bad.

A shout emitted from afar, only some heard. It was only when a foot soldier was yelling asking for Chrom and Robin had everyone stopped the festivities.

"A m-message! Dire news! Lord Chrom! Lady Lissa! A message from Ylisstol!"

Chrom hurried to the man's side, holding him up from exhaustion.

"Peace, friend. What is it?"

"L-lady Emmer-ryn…" He panted, breath masking his words. "Lady Emmeryn has been attacked!"