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To say Robin was frustrated with the people of Ylisse was, well, a little bit of an understatement. Emmeryn had returned to the capitol for the first time since her supposed death in the deserts of Plegia, and all the townspeople had for her was thrown stones? She and the other Shepherds were quick to close rank around her, attempting to shield her from any projectiles that came her way, but not even Frederick’s armor could block the citizens’ words.
With horror, she realized that a trickle of blood had begun to drip down the former Exalt’s features, thanks to a cut that was certainly not there before they entered the capital city.
She motioned for one of the other Shepherds to take her place in the formation, and fell in step with Emmeryn.
“We--Chrom, Lissa, Frederick...everyone, really--will pull you up as many times as you need,” she replied. She smiled bitterly. “But you still would think the townspeople would be happier to see you.”
