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“Robin,” a voice called at the entrance of the tent, opening its flap and looking in.
The ‘dweller,’ as the people of the camp had started to call him, barely registered the fact that someone was talking to him, as the sound of rustling papers and the scurrying of a quill responded.
That put a frown on her face, walking up with a small tray of food in hand, her blue hair fading into the darkness of the tent. “Robin,” she said again, this time getting a reaction as he turned to look at her candlelit face.
“Lucina,” he mumbled. He took a glance at her before seeing the tray of food. “Later,” he murmured, turning back to the papers before him, looking at a report and moving a few colored rocks around on a map.
It was this moment that Lucina had realized what her father had meant when she had been going too hard the first few weeks she had joined them. She had been used to going without eating for years, and it had become a habit of hers. One of the reasons she had gotten close to Robin was because he was given the job of convincing her to eat.
While she would’ve chuckled at his awkward attempts to convince her to eat a while ago, seeing him like this just made her remember everything she did to push him away. And seeing him now, preparing for the attack on Walhart’s capital, just made her grimace about the thought of him working like this while trying to get her to stop.
“Is there something else you want to tell me?” Robin asked, turning to look at her as she realized that she was still standing next to him.
“Oh, um…” Lucina faltered, unsure of what she was supposed to say.
With the lack of a response, Robin turned back to his work, the sound of paper rustling and more pieces being put on the map.
Setting the tray down on his cot, Lucina looked at Robin as he muttered under his breath, looking over a few documents several times before clearing the map of rocks, balling up a document and tossing it aside, grabbing a new sheet of paper as he scribbled something new.
Taking a look down, she could see several more wads of scrunched up paper at his feet, making her shiver a little. She hadn’t seen him all day, and while that normally on its own shouldn’t have been something she should have been concerned with, the situation had… changed.
Walking behind him, Lucina ran her hands through his hair, a small smile on her face as she felt Robin shift beneath her.
“Lucina?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.
“Nothing,” she smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder before walking away.
She was being a bit playful, she thought.
After the defeat of Yen’fay, the two of them had been… ‘courting,’ in private, trying to keep it a secret from the rest of camp.
As such, Lucina had taken it upon herself to be the one to check up on Robin in her father’s place, as if to cover for their relationship.
While Mother and Cynthia had been making remarks, little of it mattered if she was back in her tent or room every morning.
Looking at her for a few moments, Robin sighed, motioning for the bread on the tray Lucina carried.
With a grin, she passed it too him, watching him take a large bite out of half of it before setting it down and picking up his quill again.
Well, it’s a start.
Lucina chuckled as she remembered Robin saying those words to her nearly a year ago now, having convinced her to eat an orange. Though she didn’t get why he looked at her funny when she bit into it, the peel was perfectly edible.
Robin didn’t seem to hear her though, seemingly already used to her presence next to him. Well, maybe she should remind him.
Sitting back down on the cot, Lucina sat and waited for him to make his way through a plan, one that he was probably going to scrap anyway. It didn’t take long for her to wait, as Robin started to move his rocks again, putting the quill down as he started to wad up the piece of paper.
Taking her chance, Lucina slid into his lap, grabbing the bread he started eating and putting up to his mouth.
“Lucina,” Robin sighed, as she put the bread closer.
“I can’t see my work.”
Oh?
Feeling him put his arms under her, Lucina wrapped her arms around Robin’s neck as he picked her up.
Making sure that she still had the bread in her hands, Lucina let herself be carried to the cot, being lowered before Robin slid out from her grasp, right back to his work.
“This is different than trying to take a single fort, I have to make sure that nothing happens during this attack that can be accounted for. I’ll eat once I’ve figured out breaching the first wall.”
What? The first wall?
The city had three major walls separating the imperial palace from the outside, and he had spent his entire day figuring out the first one?
There was no way that he had eaten if that was the case.
Thinking about how she probably said similar excuses the first time around, Lucina figured that she would try one final thing.
Walking up behind him, Lucina embraced Robin, putting a hand to his and giving him a light peck.
“You have to eat.”
Robin did nothing for a moment, before going to back writing something down.
“Finally,” Robin said as the candle was nearly spent. Backing his seat up, he turned to look at Lucina, who had her back facing him.
“Let’s eat.”
“No,” Lucina said, turning her head away. “I want to be able to eat together when there’s still light out.”
“You know, I get that,” Robin said, walking up to her. “But do you know how much I had to hold back during that?”
What?
Feeling him lean over her, Lucina looked up as Robin’s face was shadowed by the light, his eyes reflecting something that she hadn’t expected.
“I’m hungry for something beyond food.”
“Uh…” Lucina froze, wondering what she was wearing under her tunic. “I have to be back by morning.”
“Don’t worry,” Robin said, taking the piece of bread Lucina was still holding onto, tearing it apart. “I’ll be quick.”
“I-I’m…”
Lucina didn’t get to finish her thought as Robin took a piece of the bread and put it in her mouth, before hungrily chasing after it with his lips.