The dark haired magician cupped the shrunken man in her palms, resisting the urge to rub her finger against the tiny form. She found it absolutely adorable that the tactician had passed out in his full outfit, massive cloak and all. Robin must have been so tired to even bother changing, or maybe he fell asleep reading and studying tactics. She just knew there was a reason she was obsessed with Robin, his boundless dedication was one of the many qualities the sorceress loved.
Just then the tiny form in her hand began to stir, which caught Tharja a little off guard as Robin was a known heavy sleeper. The shrunken man's shifts were a little jarring, completely different from Robin's average turning in his sleep.
"My head," Robin moaned, planting his hand against his throbbing forehead. "What happened?"
"Isn't it obvious, little man?" Tharja cooed.
The shrunken man's heart stopped for a few seconds right before he let out a bloodcurdling shriek as the idea of a massive Tharja finally registered in his mind.
"How did you get so big?"
"I didn't," Tharja nearly chuckled at Robin's naive question, "you're just small."
"But why!?" Robin shouted, backing away from the sorceress before stopping at the edge of Tharja's palm.
"So you could be with me."
Robin swallowed a lump in his throat, knowing fully well that the titaness could not be reasoned with. "But I'm married!" he tried to plead as she hoped personal boundaries would be respected at some level.
"You don't have to worry about that." Tharja argued.
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