Part 510: Frederick A

Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a healthy body?

No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!

Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!

There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.

I didn't think anyone saw that...

It happened because I cursed you.

What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark magic?!

It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you. It was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But somehow, you still sensed that I was in danger and shielded me from the blow. Even though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you should have seen me!

Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared I was losing my mind, to tell the truth.

You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my thumbs or... something.

The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our stalwart comrades.

In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.

Gods, but you are a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't forgive?

You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?

Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound. *Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...

Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?

I'm only looking after you because Robin likes you.

Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For her sake, of course, heh.