Part 118: Robin C

Finished training for today, Robin?

With combat practice, yes. But I thought I might review a few battle histories...

You should relax a bit. Put your feet up. Experienced soldiers rest when they can. On a campaign like this, you never know when the next battle might break out.

Heh, so I've noticed. With all that's happened recently, we've barely had time to even eat.

It's been a tough road, to be sure. And it's only going to get harder.

I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep, after all.

Er...

...What? Did I say something?

Er, no...No, it's nothing. It's just that...Well, I just didn't consider you the type to care after beauty and such...I suppose I've never really thought of you as a lady.

Excuse me?!

No! I mean-I didn't mean-not like that! That is to say, a "lady," per se...Er...You know, how you fight and strategize, and...Not to say a lady can't fight, but...Gods, this is coming out all wrong.

My goodness, Chrom. You're the scion of a noble family, aren't you? Didn't they teach you manners at your fancy schools growing up?

Oh, gods, yes. Of course they did. We spent a whole term on etiquette.

Perhaps you could use another term, this time on how to talk with a lady.

It's just my image of a lady is someone so prim and proper...perfumed, and pretty...Nothing like you at all! When I look at you, I just see a "lady." Does that-

...Er, Robin? What...What are you doing with that rock?

I'm thinking a sharp blow to the head might help fix your eyesight.

N-no, wait! It was a just a joke! Ha ha...ha? ...Gotta go!

I don't believe it. The little craven actually ran away! What kind of manners...Sheesh...

Oh, well. Perhaps it's only fair. It's not like I think of him as a gentleman, let alone some fancy noble.