[ Yep, she's a slab of meat. Robin doesn't move away (there isn't really anywhere to move to), but instead looks up, the discomfort apparent in her face and stiff posture. At least Musse relents after a moment, and Robin exhales deeply. Gods... was that really necessary, miss? ]

You would be correct, although that is somewhat of a recent development. I am more of a tactician than a soldier, but if called to the field to defend the people of Ylisse, I will go without question.

[ Her gaze moving elsewhere, she looks almost serene. ]

Thankfully, there has been little need for that lately.