Robin stared with a look somewhere between distraught and worried. It took her a moment to process everything; the first thing she remembered was seeing Emmeryn fall from that precipice, all of her plans failing around her, and Chrom's scream. The look on Chrom's face for the rest of that day; the defeated look that he wore. She doubted that she would ever forget that.

But she could put more together. Henry must have been a Plegian, then; one of the ones who did not stick Mad King Gangrel. She stared at him for a moment longer, before she looked away.

"I was the tactician for Lord Chrom's army," she said, finally, in a smaller voice than before. "I was there when the Exalt..."

She shook her head.