"Robin?" Ananias called out, awkwardly knocking against Robin's tent flap in the hopes that it would have the same desired effect as if he were to knock on someone else's doorstep. "You in there?"

"Oh!" Robin rushed out to properly greet the man whom she had sent word out to find and alert that she was in need of his services. She directed a polite smile towards the red-clad man. "Ananias, how are you?"

"Good," Ananias answered. "You wanted to see me?"

Robin nodded. "Yes," she answered. She gestured for Ananias to follow her inside. While they were inside, Robin explained, "You see, my shoulders have been acting up on me again, and since I'm pressed for time and it worked so well the last time, I was wondering if you could give me another massage."

After taking a moment to consider the offer, Ananias nodded his head obediently and said, "Sure, I've got time." He then frowned before adding, "But if the pain keeps coming back, you really should consider getting your shoulders checked out. For all we know, I'm slowly only making it worse."

Robin smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."


"Ah, that really hit the spot!" Robin cried, stretching her arms out in relief and satisfaction after the massage she had just received. She smiled gratefully towards Ananias. "If this keeps up, I'm eventually going to have to start paying you!"

"Don't bother," Ananias nonchalantly replied. "You feeling better is payment enough."

Robin chuckled. "Well, look who's being all chivalrous," she teased.

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not a big deal. I say that to everyone I help out."

Robin nodded understandingly. "I'm sure you do." She then frowned, and added, "I just hope that you helping me out isn't too much trouble."

Ananias shook his head. "Not at all. If anything, you helped me kill some more time."

Robin frowned at this. "You seem to have a lot of time on your hands these days. Why is that?"

Ananias sheepishly scratched the back of his head and averted his eyes to the side, before answering, "Don't know. This army's apparently gotten more help than it needs nowadays, so if I don't get to one of the work stations quick enough, I just get told to go find another work station to work at. Even the number of people who need help personally have diminished. There's just no work for me nowadays. Except for chores though. I can always rely on those if I'm assigned them."

Robin raised an eyebrow up in surprise. "You actually search for work around here?"

Ananais simply shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean, I'm not like you, you know? I've got no real talents, so I can't just naturally be assigned a permanent role around here, so if I don't have a special role to play, then I'll just play as many smaller roles as I can. You know, make myself useful around here."

A frown of concern appeared on Robin's face. "That's very considerate and mature of you, but isn't that kind of thinking… I don't know, somewhat degrading?"

Ananias innocently frowned. "But it's true, isn't it?"

Robin shook her head. "Not really. I mean, you've helped me twice now."

"Considering the fact that my last massage hasn't really cured you of your shoulder pains, I'd say that that statement is up for debate," Ananias deadpanned. He thought it over for a moment, before nodding his head understandingly and adding, "But I guess you have a point there. Still, it's not as impressive as what you do for the army on a daily basis."

Robin blushed a little bit. "Oh?"

Ananias nodded. "Yeah. You pretty much keep everyone alive out there. If we had had someone like you back in our time, then we probably wouldn't even need to be here right now." His face glowered slightly, before quietly adding, "I guess you can say I'm a bit envious of you, being such a talented amnesiac and all."

Robin smiled. "I'm flattered, but," she reached out to grab one of Ananias' hands and squeeze it reassuringly, "none of those deaths back then were your fault, you know that, right?"

Ananias gave the tactician a small nod. "Yeah, but if I were more -"

"You're a great soldier, a great team player, and a great friend. That's all anyone can ask for in a time like this."

"It's not a matter of what's being asked of me. It's a matter of what I can and can't do."

"And for whatever little talents you think you have, you do plenty."

Ananias averted his eyes to the side. "Not exactly."

Robin let out an amused snort. "Says the guy who's actually somewhat disappointed and annoyed whenever he has some free time all to himself and constantly goes around looking for work whether he has free time or not!"

A brief pause before Ananias let out another exasperated sigh, and said, "Well when you put it like that, I just sound silly."

Robin laughed. "I know, right?"

Ananias gave Robin a slightly disapproving frown. "But a workaholic who doesn't know what's good for her shouldn't be in any position to talk."

"Ah," Robin playfully punched him in the arm, "you spoilsport!"

Ananias rubbed the place Robin had punched him. "You're the one who's hitting people." He then indicated towards the outside of the tent and said, "Well, I'd better get going."

As he made his way out of the tent, Robin gave him a small wave goodbye, and said, "Thanks again for the massage!" Just as Ananias was about to exit the tent, she quickly added, "And Ananias?" Ananias stopped to hear what the Shepherd's tactician had to say. Robin smiled. "I'm glad that we had this talk."

Ananias took a moment to consider what he was going to say in response to what Robin had just said, before choosing to simply nod his head and say, "Me too."


Author's Note #1: My shortest support yet I think. I really wanted to add some conflict into this support, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that these two are the least likely to cause conflict. I just hope that the lack of conflict didn't make this support too boring.

Author's Note #2: The next supports will Male Robin, Father, Tan'bay, Lucina, Gerome, Nah, Cynthia, Noire, Kjelle, Zephyra, Lumaria, Yarne, Laurent, and then Brady.