Chrom turned his head to look at Tazendra. He recognized her from that night, of course, but there was no hint of malice or apprehension reflected on his young and honest face. "Greetings."

He pushed himself up to his feet. He supposed he couldn't stay sealed in this room forever. Loathe as he was to leave Robin's side, he knew she wasn't going to awaken just because he wished it. Besides, this woman seemed like she was in need of amends. Chrom had fought back when he'd been killed, and had probably managed a few licks of his own. What was more, she probably needed the reassurance that there was no enmity between them.

"Are you well?" he asked with a light nod.