"I just don't like watching my friends getting shot out of the sky, and find the frailty of these bird horses to be unreliable compared to the strength and armor of the Wayvern rider and lord... also these things hate me." Honestly he could debate tactics with this cute female version of himself all day, but it had been Cordelia that had convinced him that the pegasi were a downgrade. Sure the dark flier was strong but keeping them alive always felt like a chore and the moment he had failed to do so Chrom had lost his wife... and the man had never forgiven him for that.<br/><br/>When she said that he would do the same for her he nodded, but at the same time he wondered that if their positions were reversed if she would be checking him out as closely as he was her. Cause with her body on display for him like this he had to admit that he found a few different things about them interesting. One of them being that they had the same scars, though his wasn't visible he was almost certain that he shared the same injury along his thigh.<br/><br/>He handed her the robes, and found her reaction to be pretty cute. He supposed he would be pretty embarrassed to talk to someone walking around in just his boxers, but there was certainly something to be said about her frame being cute. Then he heard a voice that was very familiar, and felt inwardly awkward for having been looking at Robin. "Kinda sounded like Lucina."<br/><br/>But that couldn't have been the case his wife hadn't been brought to this world, and yet he would remember that angery tone anywhere. "I'll go check it out while you get dressed." He said giving her a small bow of respect thankful to get out of the stables. While it had been a good place to sneak away from the rest of the castle the place had a stink too it, and walking outside he was quick to find where all the commotion was from.<br/><br/>And for a moment he felt a little dumb, he didn't know what to say it had been a long time since he had seen his lucina, and yet there she was, well he supposed there was a chance that this one wasn't his. He really didn't want to believe that chance. Walking up to her he was trying to work out what to say, did he say anything? just pull her into a hug? a kiss? he had missed her in the time that he had been gone... he supposed that may have been one reason he was so interested in the other Robin's scars.<br/><br/>He stopped early though, he wasn't so forward as to just try and embrace this one without some form of confirmation. "Lucina?" then there was the fact that she was injured, he moved closer to her, for all the skills he had, swords, or tomes he had no skills in healing. Looking at the other standing next to her, he drew his sword pointing it at Fjorm not at all sure what was going on, but trying to insert himself as a shield between the hurt woman, and the other.<br/><br/>"What's going on here! Did you hurt my wife?"