#henry robin validad even tharja it's all just automatic by now

[iturbide]

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“Maman,” Robin whined, shuffling into his room as she bustled about collecting a few pieces of simple jewelry.  “Why did you say that!?”

“Say what?  That you need a break and tonight would be perfect since your father’s conducting a service at the temple?” she asked. 

“Yes!” he agreed, carefully adjusting his robes to hide the bandages and standing as still as he could manage while she helped him with the jewelry to fasten it closed.  “I had so much to do--”

“You’ve been working too much,” she interrupted, pushing the coat into his arms and moving back into the common room.  “You’re supposed to be resting, but Grima knows you haven’t been doing anywhere near enough of that.  You’re just like your father that way, distracting yourself with work when there’s nothing else to occupy you -- so going out for an evening and having a good time with your friends--”

“I don’t know Sully all that well, or Sumia much at all--”

“Your friend, then, and getting an opportunity to make two new ones,” she amended, rapidly measuring and mixing an assortment of dried herbs, “sounds like a wonderful idea to me.  You need to relax if you’re going to recover.”

“I’ve been resting,” he mumbled, summoning up a bright flame in his palm and holding it steady as she warmed a cup of water over it.  “Keeping to our rooms should be enough...”

“Not when you’re fretting yourself sick,” she replied, pouring a bit of the warmed water into the crushed herbs and mixing while she added several others.  “So take some time to relax, make some friends, enjoy the evening with that charming prince--”

“Maman…” 

“You heard his friend,” she teased, pouring the rest of the water in.  “He plans to come along to keep you company.  I think he has fond intentions.”

“Maman!” Robin whined, taking the bowl she pushed into his hands.  “You can’t know that, you don’t know him…”

“But I’ve seen how he looks at you,” she smiled.  “And I saw how he reacted when you were injured -- he would have done anything to stay.  Now drink up,” she insisted.  “And have a good time tonight, my Little Bird.”

“I’m not sure about this,” he mumbled, throwing back the draught in an ultimately futile attempt to avoid having to taste it. 

“Mark my words: you’ll be thanking me before the evening is up,” she chuckled.  “Now off you go.”

#fire emblem: awakening #fanfiction #affectionately yours #snippets #myr #robin #wren #wren is technically capable of magic #but magic is exceptionally volatile in her hands #so for everyone's safety she mostly does mixing #pretty much everyone capable of magic in the family is practiced at this by now #she gestures they make with the magic #henry robin validad even tharja it's all just automatic by now #also she's right robin will be thanking her by the end of the night