After trudging into the Mess Hall, a flash of bright orange would catch Gaius’ eye, and turning towards it, he would set his bleary gaze upon the Tactician seated near the fire.
He stopped in the middle of his trek as he considered this anomaly.
It wasn’t often that he saw Robin sitting all on her lonesome. Perhaps ill thoughts kept her up this late at night?
He debated on whether or not he should head over there, keep her some company for the duration of the night.
Though, knowing Robin, she would be less than ecstatic about being anywhere near him, so he doubted his presence would do her any favors.
However, a thought suddenly struck him.
If the two managed to settle their differences, Gaius would be able to reap all the benefits of befriending a commanding officer. Knowing this, it didn’t take long for Gaius to approach her in order to put his plan into motion.
As he took his seat and launched into conversation, he realized that his words were having little to no effect on the woman, who’s only replies were the icy glares and quipped answers that she threw at him.
Perhaps it was the exhaustion seeping into his brain that impeded his speech, for Gaius knew his charismatic personality usually did enough in convincing people to talk.
But for all the sweet words he threw at her, Robin showed no signs of cracking any time soon.
Perhaps she was onto his plan--she was a Tactician, after all. It was her job to get into the mind of the enemy and consider all possible things that he might be planning.
Heaving a sigh, Gaius trailed off from his speech and tiredly rubbed at his eyes.
Like she had promised him earlier, the camp was up by dawn to train that day. As if waking up at the sun’s rising wasn’t bad enough for him, the added strain of training rigorously had Gaius struggling to even remain upright at the moment.
And so before he knew it, his head had found her lap, eyelids drooping closed as the thief drifted off.