“You’ve changed. Just barely, but you look a couple years older now,” the man said, not looking at Robin but clearly addressing her. Robin nodded. “You’ve changed plenty, haven’t you… Jason?”

 

“Robin.” Jason smiled and lifted a hand for a handshake. Robin took it happily. “I was scared I’d never find you again,” she said. Jason nodded in agreement. “As was I. We left for the mission, but when we returned, we just couldn’t find you anywhere. We searched through the entire forest but you were nowhere to be found. A couple months later, Firo and Nyx backed out of the search and gave up. Mona and I kept looking in hopes to find you again, but to no avail. So, Robin, where have you been all these years?” Jason walked through the doorway and away from the entrance, to what seemed to be the living room.

 

 There were four armchairs surrounding the fireplace, all a soft tone of blue. The fireplace itself was lit and cracking gently every now and then. A small stand with chopped up firewood stood to the right of the fireplace. A smaller counter stood next to one of the chairs and a bigger dining table a bit further away near the wall with 6 chairs surrounding it. A bowl of an odd pear-ish colour of apples was sitting on the table. The walls were covered with wooden panels and the wall next to the dining table even had tapestry, though it wasn’t very fancy; just a plain beige tone with small blue and red flowers repeating in a pattern - Robin could see that a couple were a little smudged. A big bookshelf stood tall next to the entrance to the room, filled with colourful titles of all sorts.

 

 Jason pulled a piece of wood and threw it into the fire, then sat down in the closest chair, gesturing for Robin to also take a seat. “We should catch up,” he suggested. Robin sat down and looked Jason in the eye. “You’ve changed. You used to be so irresponsible.”

 

“And you’re not wearing a skirt anymore. How are people supposed to know you’re not-”

 

“Oh, come off it!” Robin scoffed. A second later, she added a quiet mutter: “Though Anna did mistake me for a boy-”

 

“What was that?”

 

“Nothing! Nothing at all.” Robin decided to change the topic instead: “So you have kids now?”

 

“I decided to take them in when they were little. They’ve all grown up now and go on adventures themselves, but it’s their home and they always come back in the end, so I’m not worried.”

 

“Take them in? So you found them somewhere.”

 

“Indeed. They were abandoned by the side of the road, I’m afraid. No idea why or who their parents were but I decided to help them out. Now look at me, I’m like a granny with all my gardening and cooking!” Jason said, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his point. “I don’t go on adventures anymore, these two do it for me nowadays.”  Robin just nodded along.

 

“Well, where have you been?” Jason asked, waiting for an answer from Robin. She just sighed. “Remember that one time when I slept for two months?”

 

“Yeah, I do. That was so weird, who can sleep for two months straight and not wake up?”

 

“Well… It happened again.”

 

“No way,” Jason gaped for a second, then started laughing hysterically. “What a sleeper you are! How long was it this time? Two months again?”

 

“From what I know it’s been eleven years,” Robin deadpanned. Jason resumed his laughing. “All this time? You are something else entirely, aren’t you Robin?”

 

“Speaking of,” Robin interrupted. “I couldn’t help but notice that your son is also named Robin.” Jason’s eye twitched. “Right. About that-”

 

“You’re still continuing the joke aren’t you? First you jab at the skirt and now you name your son after a female forest spirit. Great job.” Jason smiled through a grimace. “Look, a lot happened and I thought you dead for a while, as did the rest of the team. It was a tribute-”

 

“But Anna?”

 

“Mona got to name Anna,” Jason grimaced again. Robin stared in disbelief. “What could I do! She absolutely adores all sorts of little girls! That’s why she basically adopted you on our trip as well,” Jason defended himself. “If I wouldn’t have let her near Anna, she would’ve rioted for sure and I couldn’t just keep the fact that I have two kids now from her either!”

 

“That… Actually makes a lot of sense,” Robin mumbled. “Alright, I’ll take it.”

 

“Thanks.” A brief moment of silence, both adventurers staring into the fire as it crackled on. Jason’s curiosity seemed to get the best of him and he asked another question: “So how did you stumble upon the kids?”

 

“Oh, you know, the usual. Woke up to a dragon skull, a mostly dead forest and a ruined city. They were just there for a trip to have a look at it. And they agreed to let me come with since I am poor like a salmon and had nothing better to do anyway.”

 

“Poor like a salmon? Where did you get that comparison from?”

 

“Don’t judge me. I had an eleven year break from socialisation, I’m rusty,” Robin said with a childish pout, sending Jason into another fit of laughter. “Alright, alright! The kids should be done any minute now. Have you had dinner yet?”

 

“No, we ate lunch in another city but haven’t eaten since then.”

 

“Great. I’ll get cooking then. Don’t forget to feed the horses either.” Jason stood up from his chair and walked off in what Robin assumed was the kitchen’s direction. Robin didn’t know if she should follow or stay, and made a split second decision to stay in the comfy chair and wait for Anna and Robin. It wasn’t long until the two came downstairs again. “We’re done unpacking!” Anna declared. They joined Robin by the fire, enjoying the warmth of it.

“Anna, Rob! Can you come help me out here?”

 

“‘course dad!” Rob replied, already rushing to Jason’s aid. Robin decided to also help out and headed to the kitchen with the kids. Jason was standing by the table, peeling potatoes. Rob went and got himself a knife as well to help out. Anna was also given a knife and some carrots to chop up. Robin was left with chopping up the potatoes as the boys peeled them. Robin had never cut anything into small pieces like this before, but she had fun figuring it out.

 

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 Robin had never gotten used to sleeping indoors. She could sleep, but it was always light sleep. The tiniest noise could wake her up. Coupled with the fact that she had no real exhaustion - she had more than enough energy from that 11-year nap - Robin couldn’t sleep. Jason had graciously offered up the guest’s room for Robin to use since the kids had their own bedroom and Jason had his own. The odd family didn’t own a couch, instead they had four seats in the living room which usually worked quite well. But Jason thought sleeping in chairs would be uncomfortable and so here Robin lay, in the room next to Jason’s and in the dark, wide awake. Usually she would get at least a few hours of sleep to gain back the energy spent on walking during the day, but now that she was sleeping indoors and in a bed, Robin just couldn’t manage to fall asleep. She wasn’t particularly tired either, so it wasn’t a loss, but she was mainly just bored now.

 

 Robin thought long and hard if it was a good idea to wander around a house that didn’t belong to her at night. Well, she didn’t own any house, but the point stood. The boredom seemed to triple while she sat on the bed staring at the wall, so she decided to just get up and do something. Robin left the room as quietly as she could as to not wake any of the others. Thankfully, her door didn’t squeak. Jason probably oiled them well or something. Robin wasn’t that confident in her knowledge of how doors worked.

 

 She snuck down the stairs, managing to only step on two squeaking steps on her way down, and made a spontaneous decision to cook up some breakfast for Jason, Anna, and human Robin. Robin really couldn’t stop labelling Rob “human Robin” mentally. She had to work on that some other time. The stairs ended up right next to the front door and Robin turned right from there, towards the kitchen. The living room was to the left of the stairs.

 

 The kitchen was pretty small with a stone oven by the wall, also effectively warming up this side of the house as a fireplace would. A smaller stone stand was standing between the oven and the wall to it’s left and a bigger wooden table to the right of it. Robin could barely make out burn marks on the table as she stepped closer. Had somebody dropped something hot here? A workspace also sat by the door with two buckets of water underneath it. A doorway led to what Robin assumed was the dining room from in between the two wooden tables. A cabinet stood on the other side of the doorway next to the wall. Robin could see plates and bowls through the glass doors. “The drawers probably have cutlery,” she figured.

 

 Having inspected the whole kitchen and not finding anything new from what she had seen while cutting up potatoes, Robin ran into a problem. “How am I supposed to make food without ingredients?” She was sure a pantry was there somewhere and usually it would be connected to the kitchen, but the two doorways led to the dining room and front hallway. Robin couldn’t find a pantry or storage room anywhere and all the food was certainly in the pantry. She decided to think of something else to do in the meantime, though it had to be something that made close to no noise since the three humans were still asleep and needed rest, unlike Robin. “Humans are so complicated,” Robin thought. She headed to the living room instead and took a seat in one of the chairs. It was eerily silent since the fire was no longer crackling in the fireplace. Robin could see stars from the two windows in the walls. That gave her an idea and without further thought, she headed right back to the hallway she had just come from a moment earlier. Robin did her best to keep the front door clicking closed as silent as possible. When finally outside, she took a deep breath of fresh air. She could hear crickets in the distance as if echoing at each other.

 

 Robin headed over to the stables where Poppy and Thunderbolt were sleeping. She could see a bucket filled with carrots outside the gate keeping the horses in the building, probably meant as breakfast for the two. The horses were just standing around, neither acknowledging Robin’s presence. Robin looked at them for a couple of minutes, wondering why Jason hadn’t gotten horses when they were headed to find the dragon all those years ago. He probably had a good reason, Robin just didn’t know what it was. Or maybe Jason just didn’t think of it. A quick glance to the side of the house revealed what was indeed a chicken coop. It was quiet now, the birds being asleep. Robin wondered how many Jason had in total, since she couldn’t see inside.

 

 Robin decided to take time to look over the garden that Jason must have put several days worth of hours into creating. The grass was a lust green tone still, seemingly not minding the low temperatures at all. A dirt path led up to the front door from the small gate. The whole thing was surrounded by a wooden fence. First stop was the vegetable garden. It had caught Robin’s eye when she had first arrived so she went to check it out. It was still dark outside, but Robin could make out just about where the plants were growing and managed not to step on them. She could recognize what looked like carrot and potato plant leaves, but the rest she didn’t recognize. A small area on the vegetable patch was empty with some dead vine-like plants on the ground - probably already harvested for this year. Robin moved on from the vegetable garden and walked by the front of the house to the other side where flowerbeds were in neat circles and other shapes. Some of them were empty of flowers and just plain dirt, but a couple had plants suited for colder weather. Robin didn’t recognise them but they seemed familiar.

 

 With a quick tour around and a look at the hedge - which was way taller than Robin, she was impressed - Robin decided to stargaze for a little while. She lied down on the grass with her hands under her head and looked up. There were thin clouds covering up some of the night sky, but she could still see quite a bit. She found a couple patterns that were already familiar to her from back when she used to stargaze in her forest, but also some new ones. One of her favourites was the fox. It was an elegant spiral consisting of 8 stars in total.

 

“I wonder how Fluff- Oh… The forest… How long do foxes live?” Robin’s thought wandered away from the stars in the sky and instead to her favourite fox. It was a very small likelihood that Fluff was still living freely after having survived the forest being destroyed, if he was still alive. After eleven years passing, Robin wasn’t so sure anymore. She sadly remembered all the times Fluff came to cuddle with her in her favourite tree. “He was so sweet. I hope he’s happy, wherever he is.” Robin closed her eyes, thinking back at the forest. “I miss the flow of the river. I miss the sound of birds chirping in early mornings. I miss my hollow tree. I miss Fluff. I miss the daily patrols. I miss the small cliff. I miss the old oak tree. I miss it all.” With sadness now chewing on her heart, Robin got up from the ground and went back inside. She didn’t bother going all the way upstairs again, instead going to light the fire in the fireplace.

 

 Robin had no idea how the magic fire sticks called matches worked. Instead, she just used actual fire magic to light the fire. It took a couple of seconds to get the wood aflame but it didn’t take long for it to start crackling comfortably after that. Robin sat down in the closest chair and just stared into the fire, watching how it flickered and moved and how the colour tones changed darker from the bottom to the tip of the flame. It was oddly relaxing, Robin had to admit. It wasn’t often she had time to just stare at a fire since she never had need to make one in the first place and when someone else did, it was usually for cooking food - which, again, Robin didn’t have to do.

 

 Robin lost track of time as she stared and when she finally looked up from the fireplace and out the window to gaze at the stars instead, the stars were already gone. The Sun was rising and the white dots in the sky were gone, replaced with a blue sky and a couple of clouds. She was surprised, but not overly. It was pretty obvious that Robin had been sitting there in one position for a couple of hours at the very least. With a sigh, she got up from the chair and stretched her legs lightly with a couple of small squats. She had no idea if Jason or either of the kids were awake yet so she decided to go back outside and feed Thunderbolt and Poppy while she had the time. She should at least assist somehow?

 

 The horses were indeed awake, just walking around the stable when Robin came by. The spirit grabbed the bucket of carrots and pulled one out, stretching her hand towards Panny. The horse happily swiped the carrot out of Robin’s fingers and Robin pulled another for Thunderbolt. So she continued until the bucket was empty of carrots with only a couple pieces that had broken off at the bottom. Robin placed the empty bucket back where she had taken it from and went back inside the house. She was caught off guard with bustling coming from the kitchen. It seemed like somebody was up and awake and already making food. Robin curiously headed to the kitchen.

 

 It was Jason, meddling around with some sort of ceramic dish and potatoes. “Where did he get the potatoes from?” Robin joined him in the kitchen. “Where’s the pantry?” she asked, straight to the point. Jason, not having noticed the spirit enter the room, yelped and whipped around with a knife pointed at Robin. He lowered it just a second later. “Oh, just you. I thought somebody broke in or something,” he sighed. “What did you say?”

 

“Where’s the pantry,” Robin repeated. “I couldn’t find it.”

 

“Couldn’t-? Oh, how could I have forgotten. Of course forest spirits don’t sleep well indoors. I’m sorry Robin, I truly forgot,” Jason apologized with a hasty bow. Robin just nodded. “It’s fine.”

 

“The pantry, well, I understand that you couldn’t find it-” Jason walked out of the kitchen and back to the hallway. He didn’t go to the living room or up the stairs, instead walking to the side of the stairway. Robin hadn’t bothered since it was a dead end and she assumed it was meant to be a spot for storage that Jason had intentionally kept clean of clutter. She was proven wrong when Jason took a hold of the wall that she had assumed was keeping the stairs steady and pulled, revealing a door that perfectly blended into the wall.

 

“Huh. Never would have guessed,” Robin muttered. Jason pulled the door all the way open and gestured for the spirit to peek inside. Robin did so. The room was relatively small at first with a couple shelves littering the wood-covered walls and wooden crates laying here and there on the ground. But upon further inspection Robin could see that the room stretched further, in the opposite direction from the front door. Jason pulled a candle from somewhere, Robin really hadn’t noticed, where, and lit it on fire, providing light. He offered the candle and it’s stand to Robin, who took it with a grateful nod. She stepped into the secret room under the stairs and wandered further.

 

 It turned out the room was quite big, reaching underneath Jason’s room upstairs and away from the stairs entirely - that was just the entrance, it seemed. Now that Robin could see better, she noticed shelves and cupboards by the walls that had many glass jars on them. She stepped closer. There were labels on the jars, but Robin didn’t know what they said. She couldn’t read, after all. “Hey, Jason? What are these?” The human walked over and had a look at the jars. “Apple and strawberry jam! Anna’s favourite,” he declared.

 

“You made all this?”

 

“Yep! We have a couple apple trees behind the house and it gives more than enough fruit to make jam and even sell some. Rob prefers butter, I have to get that at the market, but other than that we mostly live off of our own garden.”

 

“No meat then?” Robin queried, now interested.

 

“Only on special occasions when I purchase some from the market. Even then, not in big amounts.”

 

“Understandable. How far is the market?”

 

“About twenty minutes on horse, twenty more back. I go with the neighbour’s carriage when Anna and Robin take the horses out on adventures. I let them name them and everything.”

 

“Poppy and Thunderbolt?”

 

“Indeed. You can immediately tell who named which, can’t you?” Jason asked with a chuckle, heading back to the hallway. Robin followed suit. “True.”

 

 The two walked back to the kitchen. Jason immediately returned to cutting the potatoes to thin slices. Robin snuck closer to see what he was doing. “What are you making?”

 

“A roast potato dish. I have no reason to make such a large quantity on my own but now that the kids are back and you also joined…” Jason trailed off and did a spinning gesture with the knife he was holding. “Yeah, I have more than enough reason now.” Robin just nodded yet again. “Can I assist somehow?”

 

“Oh, you can start placing the potatoes in that dish over there! Is the fire still going? We need to heat up the oven too-” Jason stopped cutting the potatoes and went to light the oven instead. Robin just took the potato slices that he had already cut and started placing them into the ceramic dish. It was a rectangle with round edges and a calming shade of light brown. Robin liked it.

 

 When done with the potatoes, having placed all available slices into the bottom of the dish, Robin turned to look at Jason. The ex-adventurer was still struggling with the fire. “Is the wood damp? I don’t understand-” he muttered, desperately trying to light the fire that, for some reason, just wouldn’t start. Robin walked over. “Need help?”

 

“If you can offer some,” Jason admitted begrudgingly. Robin lifted a hand and shot a small fireball at the log pieces in the oven. Jason jumped back. “Whoa! Warn me before you set my house on fire!” he yelled.

 

“It worked,” Robin countered, pointing at the small flame in the stone oven. Jason stared for a few seconds and went back to slicing up potatoes with a sigh. “You sure know how to make life interesting.” Robin shrugged and continued placing potato slices into the dish.

 

 When all the potatoes that Jason had in the kitchen were sliced up and placed into the dish, Jason pulled out a basket of eggs and some sort of spices. Robin watched him pour the orange powder on the potatoes and then start cracking eggs and pouring them onto the dish. With nothing better to do, Robin kept an eye on the fire in the oven. Jason soon came with some thick gloves holding the dish to push it into the fire and let it cook. “Thanks for the help,” he said to Robin with a small smile. Robin smiled back. “It was a pleasure to take part in human cooking rituals.” Jason snorted. “Come on, you and I both know that you don’t talk like that!” he said, laughing. Robin just smiled even wider.

 

 The two headed to the living room while they waited for the potato dish to cook. The fire Robin had lit was still going, albeit now smaller than it had been before. Jason added a couple of logs and sat down in a chair. Robin sat in the one opposite to him. “How are Mona, Firo, Nyx?” she asked him, wanting to know how her friends had been doing. Oh!” Jason responded. “Mona is still going as an adventurer, as is Nyx. They occasionally party up for bigger threats and generally protect the areas near the capital. You’ll be headed over there next so you might have a chance to meet them on the way.”

 

“And Firo?”

 

“He has been real silent in the last few months. He’s always been a bookworm but it’s never been this bad. The last time we went to see him he was back at the library and wouldn’t agree to any plans that we made. He kept researching something and when we asked what, he said it was classified. I think someone from higher up might have hired him, but he’s been overworking and it’s plain to see.” Jason sounded worried as he spoke. Robin agreed. She was also worried for one of her only friends. “On the topic of friends-” “Hey, Jason? Do you have any books that might mention foxes?”

 

“Like, storybooks? Or nature guides and such?” he responded. Jason seemed down from discussing Firo, but other than that he was ready to assist.

 

“Nature guides,” Robin clarified. “How long do they generally live? I never did learn back in my forest. I didn’t follow animals around for years.” Jason stood up from his chair and walked over to the bookshelf. “Why the sudden interest?” he asked, curious. Robin turned to look at the floor near her bare feet. “I used to have a friend, in the forest, back before I met you.”

 

“Oh, I see.” The next couple of minutes passed in silence, the only sound in the room being the fire crackling steadily. Jason returned with a single book that had a beautiful forest green cover. “Creatures of the forest. See if you find anything on foxes.” He set the book down in Robin’s lap and walked off. Robin could hear footsteps going up the stairs. She pulled the book open, only to be met with a wall of text that she couldn’t read. “...Sora.” Robin closed the book and put it on the floor next to the chair. “I should really learn how to read sometime…”

 

 It only took a few minutes of disappointed staring for Robin to come back to the real world when she heard a series of thumps - someone running down the stairs. Robin twisted in her chair, trying to see who had come downstairs. She could barely see a tuft of blond hair in the hallway before it disappeared into the kitchen. “Ah. Rob is up.” Robin stood up from her chair and followed the human to the kitchen, taking the book with her from the floor.

 

 Rob was sitting in front of the oven and trying to peek into it. Robin put the book on the table next to it. “Morning, Robin,” she greeted him.

 

“Morning, Robin!” the human returned enthusiastically. “What are you doing up so early? With a soft bed under your back it should be no biggie to sleep in, especially compared to the ground where you slept before!”

 

“The Sun rose an hour ago.”

 

“Oh, so you always wake with the Sun? Figures. That’s why you were up early on the travels too? I thought the ground was just uncomfortable or you got cold or something.”

 

“No, it was the Sun. I told you the first time when I tried to wake you, did I not?” Robin replied, thinking of the first morning when she made salad for the two humans. Rob shrugged. “Probably, but I don’t remember. Anyway, we’re having the roast potato dish for breakfast! Can you believe it?”

 

“Robin!” came a shout from upstairs. Both Robins turned to listen. “Yeah?” they replied simultaneously. They could hear Jason laughing. “My son Robin! Don’t forget to feed the horses! Anna will be handling the chickens!”

 

“Right, I should do that!” Rob already rushed to exit the house, but the spirit managed to stop him. “I fed them already,” she said shortly. Rob cheered: “Less work for me!” He returned to the kitchen to watch the potato dish.

 

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 Robin had never thought that living with two human children and a middle-aged man could be such an invaluable experience. She truly felt as if she was a part of the family from day one. She was never a guest, she skipped that stage long ago. She had to help out with chores and gardening as well as cooking, she had to be present at family dinners, she had to take part in any other family activities such as going to the market and she had a curfew. Jason said it was because the kids needed a good example because Robin always had to go to sleep when the kids did, but since Jason knew she was awake most nights, he didn’t mind when Robin went out to the garden as soon as the kids were asleep.

 

 In the few weeks Robin spent in the house, she managed to also pick up some reading skill. As soon as Anna had heard that Robin couldn’t read, she wouldn’t let the matter go and started giving Robin lessons. As she put it: “Everyone needs to be well educated!” Robin didn’t have the courage to argue either so she just sat there and took the lessons the brunette girl offered her. All in all, Robin couldn’t complain. She did learn to read pretty well and had no complaints about Anna’s teaching methods: books about nature. What Robin wasn’t that happy about was the fact that she had asked of Jason that morning: “How long do foxes live?” The answer was a disappointing average of four years, meaning that Fluff was most probably chasing mice in the clouds instead of the forest either way. Robin spent a couple of days sulking after the revelation. She never forgot, she just didn’t show it out as intensively after that.

 

 The market was odd for Robin. She had only been to one in the city next to her forest. “Neoma! Remember the name Robin! Remember the name!” This market was much smaller. It wasn’t on a big town square or anything. Instead, it was more a gathering of the nearby farmers and residents in a random dirt area, all trading goods and currency alike for various products like meat, milk, butter, eggs, fabric, wool, clothing items and other similar things. Everyone who came had a product of their own to sell, with Jason selling off eggs and apple jam, as he had mentioned when he had shown Robin the pantry.

 

 All in all, Robin’s weeks had been eventful, but now it was time to yet again depart. Not that she liked it. She had already parted from Jason once and she hadn’t seen him for 11 years - not that it was her fault! Robin was scared to never see Jason again after that. On the other side of things, she had the chance to see Mona and Nyx in the event that she did bump into them. Jason had also told him about where Firo lived - she even wrote down the location as a writing exercise! Yes, Robin’s handwriting was terrible and legible only to her and barely to Anna, but it had to count for something! So she had the chance to also find Firo and see what he was researching, though Jason doubted he would tell her much.

 

 Anna and Rob were climbing onto their horses, trying it out with their new armour and weapons for the first time, when Robin reached to give Jason a hug. “Thanks,” she haid with a smile, keeping her sadness in as to not worry the human any more. He had run around for her more than she would like already. “Keep an eye on Robin and Anna for me,” Jason responded quietly. As the two kids left the gate of the property, Robin ran after without looking back. She had a journey ahead of her and that’s what she focused on for now.

 

 The first couple of minutes all three of them didn’t say anything. Anna was the one to break the awkward silence by humming a now already familiar song. Robin had heard it every day on their travels and decided that she had nothing to lose by humming along with Anna. Since Robin was walking behind Anna’s horse she couldn’t see her expression, but she had an odd feeling that Anna was now smiling. And so, the trio headed towards the capital.

 

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 Robin liked the quiet evenings she enjoyed with Anna and the human Robin. The three of them sat around the campfire they made for that night in the dark, eating whatever they had cooked for today, with nobody saying a thing. She could look up at the sky in peace without anyone disturbing her or she could just think her own thoughts. Which is why it surprised her when Rob spoke up: “Hey, Robin? How old are you?”

 

“Thirty- Wait, no, add eleven to that- Forty two years, I think. Might be more or less than that since I haven’t been able to count winters,” she responded, turning to look up at the stars. Yes, that number made sense.

 

“What? You look like a teenager!” Rob exclaimed.

 

“A human teenager,” Robin corrected. “Since I’m not human, my age and looks proportions aren’t either. For spirits, I’m pretty sure, this is the norm.”

 

“Why just pretty sure?”

 

“Because I have never met another spirit before,” Robin answered and let herself fall back into the grass, avoiding any further eye contact. Rob took the hint that it was a sore subject and let it be. Robin didn’t move from her spot for the following hour, thinking about what other forest spirits might be like. It was a thin chance that she ever might meet one in the first place since forest spirits didn’t usually leave their forest. But it was one of Robin’s secret dreams - to meet another forest spirit. Somebody who could understand her, just as Edhyr had. 

 

 Robin fell asleep and for the first time in several weeks finally managed to slumber without waking up halfway into the night.