It was dark, cold, windy and way past time for your shift to end. You were tired and annoyed by these facts, but unable to do anything about it. Trying to both keep yourself awake, and vent out some of your frustrations, you quietly sang to yourself. “He's late again, I'm getting tired and hungry. Next time I see him I'm going to hurt him.”
Chrom walked up laughing in response to your strange lyrics. “What a lovely song, though I must say the words scare me a little.” He smiled apologetically. “I'm sorry I'm late, again.”
“I'm sure you are. What excuse do you have for me this time?” You hopped down from the wooden crate you were using as a seat and continued questioning him. “Lost track of time while training, got lost in the woods, or did you drink too much at dinner again?” Placing your hands on your hips, you stared at him, waiting for an answer. “You know, it's not very nice to keep a girl