"Two Byleths? Unless they both happen to be twins...with the same /name/. ...Hm, strange. What's next? Two of /me/?" She scoffed.

("Heh. Note to self: It seems Chrom has a proclivity for finding strangers sleeping out in meadows.") Robin mused to herself with a chuckle.

(“‘Regna Ferox?’ I’m afraid that name doesn’t ring any bells. From what I’ve been told, they don’t take kindly to outsiders there. If we’re to requisition troops on behalf of Emmeryn, I hope our parley with the Khan doesn’t go awry…”) The tactician thought to herself, concerned >

(“It’s best not to dwell on the past, anyway. There are more pressing matters at hand that need attending to. I’ll have to confer with Chrom about the next march…”)

("My memories... My youth.. No matter how many times I try, I can never recall anything from it. Everything's so cloudy,") she thought, frustrated.

The tactician's eyes wander to the six-eyed brand on her hand, and her brows furrow in discontent.

("...And how did /this/ even get there?")

>

“We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us.”

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“It’s been quiet here. /Too/ quiet, at that. Either all is well…or something’s amiss.”

(“And sometimes, I can never be too sure.”)

“Just…checking in,” she said with apprehensiveness in her tone.

“I /do/ hope you’re not running around causing Chrom trouble. I could’ve sworn you just left his tent.”

“Oh? Wintertide is nearly upon us…”

(“Like father, like daughter…”)

(“Right. Inventory. After a quick breakfast, I’ll make my rounds and see how the others are doing.”)

The tactician was taken aback by Severa’s request.

(“She…has a point. I /have/ been putting too much pressure on myself as of late. It’s not fair to the others if I wore myself thin. Rather… I put everyone at risk. /Especially/ myself…”)

“Er, yes… Perhaps…it is getting a bit late for me.”

>

“Sorry. I probably shouldn’t even /attempt/ to imagine what it’s like in your future,” Robin said, wincing. A pang of guilt shoots through the tactician, knowing full well /why/ Severa’s own timeline fell to demise.

“But…that’s why you’re here, right? To try and prevent /this/ >

“Right. No time to waste today. There’s much to do…”

“Quite the opposite,” she retorted. “I place /great/ trust in all the Shepherds. Otherwise, I’d let the Risen have their way. The bonds I’ve created with everyone… They mean the world to me—therefore, their safety is my priority.”

Robin was unperturbed by her grumbles, paying them no mind.

>

(“Mmm… I hope they’re serving bear meat in the galley for dinner…”) Robin daydreamed. If one hadn’t looked closer, it was as if she was drooling over the very thought.

“Hm? Oh, Severa,” the tactician said, surprised that she was still awake at this ungodly hour. “What are you doing up here so late?”

At this point, it was within Robin’s limits to simply ignore the other’s snarky remarks. There was no use in getting upset over trivial things—not when >

“So far, so good,” she muttered, surveying the horizon. “You never know when the enemy can strike…”

Robin had volunteered (again) to stand watch. While it’s far from being a preferred activity to partake in, it certainly kept her mind at ease.

"It's the duty of a tactician to look for the next move even after a success. One mustn't rest on their laurels."

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