A sad smile creased Robin's face through her tears. This man, this wonderful man, had gone from being the savior of the world to trying to cheer up a normal human, all within the matter of a few seconds. When he mentioned Dumbledore, a strangled laugh bubbled from her and she smiled more widely at him.<br/><br/>"You big baby," she said, elbowing him in his shin, her voice still wavering. "'The Oncoming Storm,' they call you, and you can't even handle the deaths of fictional characters?" She accepted his hand as he offered it and stood slowly to her feet, wincing as her sore joints protested. "This hurts a lot. I'm going to do my best never to get possessed by a plasmic being again, okay?"<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted to his face for a second before falling again to look at the ground.<br/><br/>"You scare me," she whispered quietly, not wanting him to hear her. More loudly, she added, "So, where are we headed?"