They were passing into the city proper now; the songstress letting out a small hum as her bare feet hit smooth cobblestone.
Now that Robyn was more stable on her feet, Azura decided to give a small, and hopefully comforting, wave as she dismissed the few guards that had gathered to assist. They shared an unsure glance with each other in response but seemed to accept it.
“Ah!” Azura pressed her fingers to her lips at that outburst, “This Exalt Chrom wouldn’t happen to be a man with blue hair and an exposed arm would he?” She was fairly confident the man that Robyn knew was the same as the one she had met but there was a lingering fear. Chrom had called the kingdoms of Hoshido and Nohr ‘mythical’… There was a possibility that time’s flow worked differently across these realms and that the Chrom she knew was long gone, or perhaps he had yet to be.
“If the idea of crowds bothers you, Robyn, I can lead us down more quiet side streets.” The songstress gave a light smile. She wanted to tug playfully at the hood, this feeling of almost familiarity the cause; perhaps this was similar to when she met Chrom? Or maybe something about Robyn herself.
“That is, if you’re comfortable trusting me.” She added, trying to distract herself from her wandering thoughts.
“Hm?” She glanced to Azura, surprised by the sudden noise. Azura seemed like a quiet woman. What had shocked her, then? “Exposed arm… Ah.” She laughs into her shoulder, hood over her head. Truly, was there anyone else that quite matched such a description? She tucked her hands into her pockets, imagining what she’d say to him when they reunited. Chrom, did you know that your reputation for terrible fashion precedes you? Not that it would make him dress better.
“That sounds like Chrom, though. He carries an oversized toothpick, too.” With both hands, she feigns swinging a sword, before feeling suddenly embarrassed for her audacity. “Um, a sword, I mean.” Quickly rubbing the back of her neck to expel her sheepishness, she falls back into her stiff trot once again.
“I trust you,” she replied- though it was with an uncharacteristic lack of hesitation. “… Is that strange?”