The pegasi were not the only ones startled by Robin’s fall. His female counterpart spun abruptly on the spot, tossed the half-folded tunic blindly back onto the table that was now behind her, and raised her arm defensively in front of her body. The gesture wasn’t intended to preserve her modesty; rather, her hand was clenched tight, her fingers curled and pointed inwards, ready to hurl a spell at a moment’s notice.<br/><br/>She’d reacted mostly by instinct. It was fortunate for the other Robin, then, that her tome was still tucked away in her robes, closer to his hands right now than hers. It took her a moment to realise what, exactly, she was reacting to. She winced, sympathetically, as she watched her male doppelganger trying to pick himself up off the ground. Her shoulders slowly relaxed; she lowered her hand, allowing it to fall back by her side.<br/><br/>“Seriously?” She said, flatly, an unimpressed eyebrow making its way up her forehead. She’d heard his comment, as he’d looked over at the pegasi. She just wasn’t sure she believed it. “You gave up the grace of the pegasus knight, the majesty of the dark flier, for… a big lizards. Is that what you call strategy?”<br/><br/>Well, that wasn’t entirely fair. She’d have to apologise to Cherche and Minerva if they ever heard her say something like that. Still. Perhaps they weren’t so similar, after all. Robin sighed, shook her head in disbelief, and took a few steps towards him. She stopped just short of him, turned away to lean across the door of one of the stalls, and reached out to stroke the pegasus within calmingly.<br/><br/>“Shh, it’s alright. He’s not going to hurt you,” She muttered softly. She had to stretch to reach the pegasus, inadvertently placing her body further on display for the other Robin. Her skin was pale, and soft, but not entirely unblemished; there was a faint scar running a short way down her left side, and another, smaller scar on the inside of her left thigh. She preferred magic, but she was also quite a capable swordswoman, and it showed; while she didn’t quite have the strength of the more dedicated warriors and knights in the Order, she was in good shape, the faint outline of muscle showing as she reached for the pegasus. Her breasts pressed up lightly against the side of the stall.<br/><br/>“You don’t need to apologise, and you don’t need to thank me for that,” she addressed Robin again, not quite looking at him. “I’m… sure you’d do the same thing for me, right? It kind of felt like I was watching myself freeze, actually, so…”<br/><br/>Stepping back from the stall, she turned towards him and shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck with an awkward smile on her face. Then she followed his eyes back to her body, and for a moment her smile froze as she realised that she’d never actually put on any clothes.<br/><br/>“Hey!” She flushed, first a bright pink, then an angry red. Reaching out, she snatched her robe back out of his hands. “Give me that!” She clutched the garment protectively to her chest, and huffily turned away. She stayed that way for a moment in embarrassed silence, but then…<br/><br/>“Did… you hear that?”<br/><br/>There were voices somewhere outside, shouting, but… she must’ve misheard. One of them sounded so familiar, but it couldn’t be the case. Her daughter had never come to this world; there had been another like her here, once, but no longer. It wasn’t a memory Robin liked to dwell on.<br/><br/>Yet, she could’ve sworn she’d just heard Lucina.