No one has ever seen a corruptedly depressed woman smile before, not when a joke has been told or when she has been asked to. Just why is that? It sounds odd since even Tharja would smile and laugh once in a while; a mischievously devious one that is.

"Willow, are you happy right now?" Henry asked, releasing the breath he's been holding in for the past few seconds.

The cotton pink haired woman looked over with a blank stare, curious about the man's sudden question. It wasn't odd that he asked since he always has something random to say.

"I am. Why do you ask?" the woman replied, barely audible.

"You never seem to smile, that's all!" he replied with a chuckle. "You're so emotionless that even a risen can out do you in a grinning competition!"

Willow blinked through her long bangs that covered more than half the center of her face and continued to stare. Henry's usual grin grew wider as he held up his hands and balled it up, point his index fingers at the corners of his turned up mouth.

"Come on, just a little grin unless you're afraid the crows will come attack you for your bright smile~."

In response to his act, Willow looked away and closed her red and gold eyes, her veil covered backside facing towards the smiling man.

"Boringggg!~"

"Henry, have you ever.... changed your smile before?" she suddenly asked carefully.

"Hm? Nahhhhh! Why would I change my face expression for especially when it's not needed?" Henry cackled. "You're funny!"

Willow then turned around and reached out her partially covered arms, grabbing his face and stretching it around as he continued to laugh.

"Fhallen fhor me alreaey? We're mohning thoo fhasht, yahahahahaha!" he teased through stretched cheeks. "Angrwy that I didn't prwoposh?"

"I know you actually aren't really smiling, so you can stop it around me."

She then released her hold on his face and folded her hands together, resting it in her lap. Henry was still laughing though this time his black and gold gloved hand was up to his jaw a little.

"Again, this is my real face expression. You overthink too much!" he exclaimed, giving her a quick pat on the shoulder. "What about you, eh? You don't smile at all!"

".... I have no reason to smile...." she replied calmly.

However, no matter how calm she sounded, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her hands shook as they gripped tightly, and her lips tightened. Henry noticed and decided to point it out thoughtlessly.

"Uh-oh! Did I strike a nerve, nyahahaha!"

The woman didn't answer as she stood up from her spot on the ground next to the well-known sadistic dark mage. Of course he knew she didn't like him poking at her business. The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down in which she landed with a soft thud on him.

"Whoops!" he giggled. "Hey, how about we make a deal?"

Henry released his grip around her wrist and held her by the shoulders, pushing her up to see his face. Her hair covered her eyes though, so she couldn't see anything in front of her.

"You can find a way to get me to stop smiling and I'll find a way for the opposite, for you to smile. Well, it's a deal!" he exclaimed.

"But I didn't agree to anything....!" Willow said as he laughed and brushed her hair the wrong way.

"It's already official! No take backs!"

The female dark mage silently sighed to herself as her hair fell back down on her face again after being blown, causing her ally to laugh again.

"Hey, Willow, have you see-"

Henry and Willow looked up over at the second tactician in the team who decided to cut herself off awkwardly.

"Oh... I must've- ahem- disturbed you both.." Lillian coughed as she nervously blushed at their position.

Henry was slightly leaning back, a hand propped on the floor to hold his position with Willow on him, her hand on his chest and the other on the floor to keep herself up. The man's free hand was resting on Willow's shoulder as her hair begins to unbind itself.

"Not at all! Nyahahaha!" Henry laughed.

'I didn't do this on purpose....' Willow mumbled as she stood back up.

Of course, the playful dark mage pulled her back down again and started to laugh some more, hoping for her to react and laugh herself.

"H-Henry... Mind stopping?" she said instead, disappointing the man.

"Yeah, yeah fineeeeee!~" he slurred, letting her go.

Lillian gave a nervous laugh as Robin entered the tent behind her.

"Have they seen him?" the cream haired man asked.

"I didn't even get to ask," replied the purple-blue haired tactician.

Robin smiled sheepishly at his fellow tactician, not really wanting her to grow mad of anything.

"Have you both seen Lon'qu?" Robin asked. "It was a mistake asking Lillian to approach him, but hey, he needs to get used to it sooner or later..."

"A mistake.. Right.." commented the shorter woman.

"Not that kind of way. You know what I mean."

Willow gave a shrug as she passed the two to see if maybe the man they were looking for was in hiding near her tent and just making a great escape at the moment.

"Nope! Been in here since a good thirty-five minutes or so!" Henry reported.

"Ah, alright then. Thank you," answered Robin. "And Henry?"

"Yep, yep?"

"Good luck getting the girl."

"Alrighty, Captain!"

The female tactician chuckled as she slapped his cloaked arm lightly with Willow blankly staring at the man.

"Robin, good luck surviving the night," Willow responded blandly, her eyes darting over to someone behind him.

He knew what that meant.

"Robin, I think you should go...." Lillian told the man.

Henry continued to laugh uncontrollably as Tharja peered in the tent, a mix of jealousy and starstruck.

"I'll stick to you like glue just to be safe...." he replied.

"I'm not your shield," replied the woman who left the tent.

Tharja jumped and cautiously stared at Lillian when the woman exited the tent, her eyes sharpening. Well that was until she suddenly smiled and opened her mouth to say something.

"He's all yours."

Leaving the woman wide-eye and hopeful, Lillian no longer looked back at the group as she continued her search for Lon'qu.

"Lillian! Wait, don't leave me with- with- ....." Robin exclaimed, anxiously cutting himself off as he looked at Tharja a little appalled. 'With Tharja...'

"Oh Robin.....~" she cooed, sending shivers down his spine.

The raven haired woman slowly took a step forward over at Robin's direction, causing him to take a step back and clear out his throat. He was quick on his feet to think up an excuse and leave her immediately with the other two dark mages watching.

"I'm sorry, but I got to go help Chrom with his plans now. I'd love to hang out sometimes, not really, but now is not the time at all," he said quickly. "Alright then, bye!"

And with that, the man took off in the direction of his plan devising partner and began to look for her instead of for the swordsman they were both seeking out for. Tharja's smirking face fell back into a grimace as she watched him leave once again turning around to see Henry holding in a laugh as best as he could and Willow giving an apologetic look.

"What?" the woman asked, frowning at the two.

"Nothing...~" they both said in unison, Henry sounding more jolly than Willow.

"Well, whatever it is that you two clowns are thinking about, you better wipe those looks off your face," growled Tharja. "Unless you want me to cast a curse on you."

"Oh, a curse? Pick me! I'm totally ready for a tryout!" Henry exclaimed childishly as his hand shot up into the air.

Willow sighed as she grabbed his arm and pulled it back down anxiously. The man laughed as he began to rock back and forth excitedly, waiting for Tharja to make her move.

"Ho? So you want to test out my new curse? I've been meaning to look for a test subject anyways," the woman said with a smirk. "I rather test it on Willow there. Knowing you, Henry, you'll just disband it the moment I cast it onto you. Don't blame me for killing you though, woman."

"I never agreed to anything?" questioned Willow innocently.

"Well too bad..."

"I wouldn't want you to cast it onto her anyways," the man suddenly jumped in. "She's never liked the idea of how us dark mages create our spells, nyahahaha!"

Tharja rolled her eyes in response as she turned around and sauntered out the tent to continue stalking her one and only Robin. She actually liked Willow for minding her own business and keeping quiet all the time, but she's just never showed it.

"You know, you're a little too innocent to be a dark mage," Henry said. "You need to learn how to like to kill off little birds to create new hexes and curses!"

"I can live without taking the lives of other creatures..." she murmured, letting go of his arm. "And please don't volunteer yourself as tribute to get hurt or something. It's not fun getting hurt."

"Fun? But it's a great feeling you should enjoy!"

At this point, the woman had no other words for Henry and just gave him a weird look. How is pain good and when has it ever been a good thing to experience in life? It's always occurring on the battlefield and their lives are always flashing before them; it's actually quite a scary thing to experience yet Henry seems to love it so much. It was going to be a hard task for Willow to get him to stop smiling and change it into anger or hurt. On the other hand, it was going to be easier for Henry to get the woman to smile instead.

".... So when will we start?" she asked, looking at the mage next to her.

"Hm? Start what?" he replied, completely forgotten his own deal he created.

"You are to stop smiling and I am to smile," she shortened up.

"Ohhhhhh! That! Nyahahahaha!" he laughed. "Tomorrow, of course! I knew you'd accept the deal!"

'More like you forced me into it...'

"What was that?"

"It wasn't anything of importance."

Henry then stood up and began to brush himself off, offering his hand to the woman seated on the ground.

"It officially starts tomorrow. Good luck finding a way to make me cringe or something!" he said as he pulled Willow up to her feet.

"Yeah, okay... Have fun making me laugh then I guess..."

"Let me ask a question first...." began the man. "Is it hard to make you laugh?"

Willow looked at him blankly and blinked, remaining quiet for a minute.

"I don't know? I don't believe so..." she replied cautiously.

"Then this should be an easy win for me!" Henry exclaimed.

The woman rose a brow blankly as she stared at the smiling man questioningly.

"Easy win...? Is it that hard to get you to frown or something?" she asked.

"...... I don't know, nyahahahahaha!"

Willow gave the man a weird look before she quickly walk around to get behind him and push him out of her tent.

"Henry, please leave now. It's about time I start looking up for new spells I could practice with on Risens..."

"Okey-dokey!" Henry chimed.

However, his legs weren't even picking themselves up or even budging as she struggled to force him out of the small makeshift building.

"And no casting dangerous hexes on anyone in camp this time! You nearly killed someone the last time you tried!" Willow grunted as she got him to the exit.

"Did I? Oh, I totally did! That was awesome! Though I did feel bad for whoever it was; I don't even remember who it was..." he said.

"It was Kellam...."

The man curiously looked over his shoulder and gave a confused smile to the woman shorter than he was.

"Who's that again?" he asked, earning a silent sigh.