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(Mountain Pass - Road to Western Palace)
Robin: Hyaa!
Cordelia: Behind you!
Risen: Ackk!
Cordelia: Hyaa!
Robin: Yikes! That was close!
Cordelia: Watch yourself, and don't get careless!
Robin: ...Whoh. Now THAT'S a pegasus knight.
Risen: HISSS!
Robin: You! We've unfinished business!! Graa!
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(Camp - That Night)
Chrom: *Sigh...*
Robin: ...How many?
Chrom: ...I'm not in the mood.
Robin: Come ooooon... What was it, 12? You only killed 12 measly risen today?
Chrom: ...26.
Robin: You---! I only got 25.
Chrom: Heheh. You almost had me this time.
Robin: Yeah, well, *almost* only counts in blasting magic... And that weird horseshoes game, I guess.
Chrom: Oh, don't worry, buddy. You'll get there.
Robin: Gah, I doubt it.
Chrom: Come on, Robin. Where's your manly bravado? And you're the prince's right-hand man and the second biggest thug on my brute squad for good reason.
Robin: HA! After Vaike?
Chrom: No, after me.
Robin: Hahaha!
Chrom: Heheh... *Sigh...*
Robin: ...
Chrom: ...
Robin: ...We'll march like the wind to Ferox, and crush that snake Gangrel's skull beneath our boots. I'm already cooking up plans to keep your sister safe and dice Gangrel up like Valmese hot pot.
Chrom: Heh. That's a good man... She's... *sigh...*
Robin: ...There's nothing I can say to take the pain away... But I will bear it with you to hell and back.
Chrom: ...I know you will. It means more than you know.
Robin: Oh, by the way, who is that pegasus knight? The one with the red hair?
Chrom: Oh, that's Cordelia. She's one of Phila's knights. Hell of a good soldier and very diligent, but I don't know much about her other than that, but she's Sumia's childhood friend, so you can talk to her if you need to know something about her.
Robin: I see... Thanks, Chrom.
Chrom: You *see*, you say... Did she catch your eye, my friend?
Robin: Heheh! You could say that. Hard not to be impressed, though. She's very graceful and elegant.
Chrom: You should go tell her that. I know most women in the company would swoon if they got a little attention from you, her doubly so.
Robin: HA! And you say I'm the court jester.
Chrom: Heh. You are, because you think I'm kidding, and that's what's funny... and sad. Don't talk yourself down, buddy. If you're interested, go talk to her.
Robin: I... I don't know...
Chrom: ...Look. I'll tell you what. You talk to her, and I'll go talk to Sumia.
Robin: Pssh! You're head over heels for that girl.
Chrom: Damn right I am. But that doesn't mean I'm always, erm... as suave as I'd like to be. You know I get... flustered, sometimes.
Robin: ...You're still a prince, though. I'm just a tactician.
Chrom: Come on, buddy... Lighten up! You're tough as a stone wall, hit like a charging wyvern, and your fire magic is... like a wyvern... And you eat... like a wyvern... And you smell... like a wyvern...
Robin: Haha! Gosh, I'm such a catch... Maybe I should go flirt with a wyvern, then.
Chrom: Heheh. Just messing with you. You're good lookin' guy. Trust me. I know from Lissa's own mouth that the ladies here all like you.
Robin: You're just trying to hype me up.
Chrom: Yeah. What's so wrong with me wanting to see you go try to talk to a girl?
Robin: I... I'm just...
Chrom: Would you rather I go back to worrying about Emmeryn?
Robin: Yeah, no. You go find Sumia and before my courage abandons me, I'll go find Cordelia. ...just so you're not worrying, though.
Chrom: Atta boy! You need you a girl of your own to obsess about... I'll buy you a whisky in Ferox if you can make her blush. And you buy me one if I make Sumia blush.
Robin: Hey! What kinda competition is that?! Sumia will blush if you *look* at her!
Chrom: Heh. Playing with a tactician, here. Gotta get every advantage I can get. Meet back here once you're done.
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Cordelia: *...Sigh...*
Robin: Uhh... Miss Cordelia, was it?
Cordelia: My, aren't you the formal one, Robin?
Robin: Ah. I see my... reputation precedes me.
Cordelia: There's a grand total of one person in the army who wields magic without a tome, fights back-to-back with Chrom on the battlefield and struts around in a... rather shabby Plagean mage's coat all while being reckless and devastating on the front lines all at once: you.
Robin: ...I... wow. I'm impressed.
Cordelia: Why? It only takes a functioning ear and half a brain to know who you are. Tales abound in the army about Chrom's right-hand man, the tactician with no memory...
Robin: ...Wow. I had no idea people, erm... knew all that.
Cordelia: Well, they do. Did you... need something, perhaps? I'm rather busy.
Robin: Oh, yes. Sorry. I just wanted to thank you for the save back there. You're... amazing.
Cordelia: It was nothing. I'm just doing my job.
Robin: (...Not gonna let Chrom get this one on me! Come on... think...!)
Robin: Ahem... well, you're doing a great job at... your job. And you... you looked amazing while doing it. I've never seen such a mix of beauty, speed, and deadly precision. I'm a bit enchanted, to be honest.
Cordelia: B-beauty...? You're... you're teasing me, certainly...
Robin: (Aww, look at those cheeks... She's adorable...) Look, erm... I mean it. I don't mean to be, erm... well, flattering or flirtatious... But credit where credit is due, I think you're amazing, and I'm grateful that you're here with us.
Cordelia: W-well, I'm far from Ylisse's best pegasus knight...
Robin: And I am far from our strongest warrior or mightiest mage, but... I'm glad you're here all the same. It's... a pleasure to meet you formally, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Yes... of course.
(Robin leaves)
Cordelia: ...Beautiful? No, stupid, he meant the pegasus, certainly... *You're* not beautiful...
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Chrom: Well?
Robin: Did it.
Chrom: I'll be damned.
Robin: And you?
Chrom: Heh. Yeah. Effortlessly. Just... shot her one of *these*.
Robin: HA! Chrom, you're gonna make *me* fall for you.
Chrom: Haha! Sorry, buddy, but I think Sumia's already claimed me, and no offense... I choose her over you for snuggling on those long winter nights.
Robin: Heheh. Good. And... thanks. I... I don't regret doing that.
Chrom: So? What do you think about her?
Robin: She's... very beautiful. And smart.
Chrom: Just your type.
Robin: Heh.
Chrom: ...Just because we're at war doesn't mean we can't be men. Talk to her, if you'd like. She could use a friend, and you're a good one.
Robin: ...Likewise, buddy.
