Fiery Embum (GloriousDeath)

[RavenSaint]

It was supposed to be a simple battle against a bunch of moronic bandits. Supposed being the key word as not long after the final blow was dealt a dark force flowed through the entire force. Most has become ill, ranging from some being actually bedridden in sickness to mere stomachaches, meaning that everyone had to stop their current campaign until everyone else has gotten better.

Else?

Well, judging by the fact that no part of this spell has touched her, Robin has figured out that this wasn't an assassination attempt by an enemy but more like some kind of curse...from a very familiar individual. "Tharja!" the silver haired tactician called out as she enters the tent that she was certain the sorceress would be in, though unsure of what the raven haired beauty would be doing at this specific moment.

[GloriousDeath]

The dark mage was currently flipping through a tome, her attention caught up in reading when she noticed Robin's presence. "Oh, my love, is that you?" she asked as she put the tome away to put her full attention on the white-haired tactician. It was always a bit distracting talking to the dark mage, her delicious body being barely covered by her outfit "Is my lady in need of assistance?".

[RavenSaint]

'Oh, my love, is that you?'

"Yes...it is me..." Robin spoken with a soft sigh, she could tell that the dark mage has an interest in her - as well as multiple others seem to for some reason she couldn't honestly tell - but something about something about Tharja has definitely gotten the white haired maiden's attention. Not romantic though...but at least enough for the snow skinned woman to occasionally drift to the thought, which isn't helped by how delicious the dark mage look in her attire.

'Is my lady in need of assistance?'

"Yes I am, Tharja," she started with a more concerned sounding voice, possibly planning on somehow tricking the beauty into confessing her sins. "Nearly everyone in camp is bedridden, some of the others are constantly throwing up and I'm deeply worried tha-" she wobbles a little before clutching stomach with one hand, feigning a possible illness "-sorry...starting to feel quite ill myself...I-I was hoping that m-maybe y-y-you can help me un-understa-" Robin wobbles again, stumbling down to one knee while wincing lightly.

[GloriousDeath]

When Robin begins to fall Tharja rushes over almost on instinct, helping up Robin as she looks over the tactician. "I knew I shouldn't have made it that strong." the dark mage muttered to herself, almost as if she expected Robin to not be able to hear her. "Alright, my love, let's get you to bed. I'll try to see if I can do something." she said as she lead the snow haired woman over to where she slept. Of course Tharja already knew the solution, but she wouldn't miss an opportunity to have Robin all to herself.

[RavenSaint]

Robin was definitely pretending and had to stop herself from smirking smugly when she overheard Tharja straight up muttering that she 'shouldn't have made it that strong.' Yet the white haired woman found herself unable to stop herself from smiling a little at being so close to the dark mage, let alone having her care so much.

'Alright, my love, let's get you to bed. I'll try to see if I can do something.'

"On-Only if I-I ain't too m-much of a burden..." the snow white tactican tried to keep her act...though she already has the confession she wanted. Maybe she wants to make sure to have Tharja in complete privacy of...where she slept. Surely there is no ulterior motive...right?

[GloriousDeath]

"Oh no no, you'll nver be a burden, my love." said Tharja as she ushered Robin into the closed off sleeping space of her tent. It wasn't particularly stand out, but it was decent enough for a tent. Sitting the tactician down on the bed the dark mage turned around to go grab some of her medicine, leaving her open for Robin to pounce.

[RavenSaint]

Though only pretending so she can be entirely alone with this enticing lady, Robin couldn't help but bite her lower lips for a moment when told that she isn't a burden. For some reason hearing Tharja's voice calling her 'my love' has always made the tactician feel pleasantly warm inside as she blinked in surprise at how unexpectedly comfortable the bed feels to sit on.

Though that didn't stop the snow white haired woman from blushing when seeing the dark haired woman's vastly exposed bottom when she turned around.

"So Tharja..." Robin started while grabbing hold of one of the mage's hands "...what do you mean-" the tactician pulled the beauty towards her with possibly enough force to reveal that she wasn't ill at all "-when you said 'I shouldn't have made it that strong' earlier?"

[GloriousDeath]

"What?" Tharja exclaimed, being dragged over so close to Robin was surprising, but nice, as a slight blush showed up across her face "B-But you shouldn't have been in the condition to hear me... Y-you tricked me?" the dark mage asked in anger, especially since due to her not having any tomes on hand she couldn't defend herself from the physically stronger woman.

[RavenSaint]

"She look cute blushing," did go through the trickster's mind as she hold Tharja close enough to easily hear the anger in the physically defenceless mage's questioning words. "Sometimes one person's 'trick' is another person's genius move...and now, without any tomes nearby, I want you to answer my question...what have you done this time?" Robin sharply ask, even using the last two words as this wouldn't have been the first time Tharja has used a curse on one or more members of the camp...though she does seem to be holding the mage very close while 'asking her question'.

[GloriousDeath]

Tharja blushed even deeper with her being held so close to Robin. She wanted to just shut up, but the snow haired tactician's glare just wouldn't let her. "I-I wanted to curse the etreatig bandits, but I somewhat overdid the curse and the rest got caught up in it too." the dark mage explained "I-I didn't make it to make everyone fall ill, this time at least.".