Robin groans as he leans back against his pillow. Did he really collapse in the supply tent? His forehead feels warm.

Robin closes his eyes. He can't remember quite what happened. He was going over inventory with Cordelia, and suddenly he woke up in the cleric tent with Lissa leaning over him. Now, after scolding him for overworking, Chrom has ordered that he stay in his tent and rest until it's declared that he's recovered. Best friend or not, Chrom is still the prince of Ylisse and Commander of the Shepherds. Robin had no choice but to comply.

Robin hates it. He should be working, not lying idly while the rest of the army fights the war. Sure, it's only the isolated skirmish for now, but what if something serious comes their way? He can't fail Chrom again.

He sits up and instantly regrets it. The tent spins around him. The dizziness makes him want to vomit. Robin closes his eyes and stays still until the sensation passes. Swallowing, he reaches for a book. Chrom put no ban on reading.

Outside his tent, there's movement. Robin freezes in place, praying it isn't Tharja again. The woman has been hovering closer to his tent since the incident. She tried to help, true, but she seems far too excited about the situation. He swears he even caught her leaving over his bedroll once.

Robin shivers.

The tent flap opens.