Once the battle in the beach Outrealm has ended, they manage to steal a few hours of fun and relaxation from the day. The setting sun gilds Robin’s form while she lounges on the sand, looking as happy and at ease as he’s ever seen her. Chrom brushes a fingertip along her thigh, marveling at the acres of soft skin that her daring swimsuit reveals to him, and she pulls him into a languid kiss that melts into another and another after it, a far cry from his earlier rushed peck in the middle of the skirmish. He presses her down into the sand and thinks he could sink into this small bit of peace and never leave.