Safe Distance

“It’s as you suspected,” Libra replied, stealing a glance back over his shoulder toward the medical tent behind him. “Tharja seems to be under the influence of a rather nasty curse.”“But how?” Robin asked, the question directed more toward himself than the monk as he began to thumb at the worn edging of his coat. “She wasn’t a part of the last battle rotation... it had been her turn to rest.”Libra frowned. “It appears to have been self-inflicted.”---Robin finds himself desperate to save Tharja after she falls under a debilitating curse.(This fic is an alternate version of my other work, Dangerous Proximity, however featuring male Robin instead!)