My eyes tiredly scanned the lines of text, each a quote from a brilliant tactician. I took a sigh, enjoying the somewhat chilled night air. The light of the candle and the light of the moon mixed to form a readable environment. My mind swirled with plans and ideas for the coming day. I could send Cordelia with Gaius behind enemy lines while Frederick and I kept the Risen distracted. Ricken found an interesting staff with quite the range, so I could easily have Maribelle keep the two alive. Yes, that would work. All I needed now was-

    My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the creak of a door and a footstep on the stone. I looked up from the book, blinking at the shape as she stepped into the light. Her hair was a tad messier than usual, reaching down to her shoulders in a chaotic sprawl. Her ornate dress dangled over her legs, rather than poof out over an iron cage. She had always loved the article, even having one for her nightclothes. The stockings underneath hopefully kept her warm enough. The woman clutched her hands together, balling them in her lap. Her shoulders rose and fell with an audible sigh and a rosy blush on her babyish cheeks. Her all-too-common smile was gone, a worrying frown replacing it. Blue eyes glanced to the side, as if contemplating leaving.

    “Lissa?” I asked, lowering the book. “Feeling okay?” She looked up, giving a nod. Her feet shuffled, though her legs couldn't quite touch one another.  I rose an eyebrow, speaking again; “need any help?”

    “Y-yes, actually, I, um...” she mumbled, her fingers wringing at each other. “I, well...”

    “You are okay, right?” I asked, feeling concern well up in my chest.

    “Yes, of course! I just, well, I was sleeping and I woke up and, well...” Her cheeks nearly seemed to swell, they were so red.

    “And you had a bad dream?” I said.

     “Ye-No!, nothing like that! I just, well, um...I'm, you know...” She slid her hands down from her midsection to her lap, pushing into it. “I...needed your help.”

    “Really now?” I asked, giving a soft smile. I knew what this was about. “What for?” I said. A spark of annoyance and, perhaps, pleading reached her face.

    “Y-you know what.” she said.

    “I'm afraid I don't.” I responded.

    “It's starting to get cold and I don't want to get, well, a, um...” She mumbled, barely audible. I took the chance to chime in.

    “A diaper rash?” I asked, not bothering to lower my voice. The cleric straightened up, her hair falling behind her shoulders and her eyes snapping open. Lissa turned around, looking into the hall before nearly throwing the door shut. She turned back to me with a face as red as the armor of our foes.

    “Sh-shut up! Not so loud!” She said in a hushed yell, her brow furrowing as I chuckled. “Robin! Others could hear!” she scolded.

    “Okay, okay, I'll keep it down. But you still have to tell me the purpose of this visit.” I said.

    She leered. “You know exactly why I'm here. Must I really say it, are you that oblivious?” She said.

    “I have my suspicious,” I responded, “but I don't know for certain.” I leaned back, placing a leg on the desk. I smirked, Lissa took a deep breath and turned around. She looked hard at the two doors to the room before turning around and walking toward me, lowering her head and voice.

    “I, um, I n-need a change. It's starting to chill over and I can't sleep.” She whispered, a plastic crinkle and a wet squish wandering out from under her dress. I gave a soft chuckle, earning another leer from her.

    “And what do you want me to do about it?” I asked, giving a wink. The girl squirmed, giving a small groan.

    “I, um, I need you to change my..., well, I need a change.” Lissa stammered.

    “Change your what?” I asked.

    “My diaper!” She finally said. From the way Lissa clapped a hand around her mouth and blushed heavily, I knew it was louder than she intended. I chuckled, put a bookmark in the tome and set it on the desk. I stood up and patted her on the shoulder.

    “Very well, now let's see the damage.” Before she could react, I snatched the hem of her dress and lifted it up, lowering my head to look under. She squeaked, but didn't pull away. I was greeted by sodden plastic, the alchemical creation a much more yellowed shade of its original white. Those Pegasi markers that had served to alert dryness had disappeared, leaving only the humorous design of ocean waves in three areas, right up to the top. She squirmed just a tad, giving another squish. The tapes were still holding strong, though they were now under a strain. I whistled.

    “Wow, Lissa. I didn't realize you were such a heavy wetter.” I chided.

    “I'm not! I just, um, I didn't...” her words mumbled into indecipherable speech.

    “You didn't want to ask, did you?” I dropped the dress, the girl decent once more. She nodded. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Alright, then, I suppose I'll just have to give you constant checks throughout the day, then. Is that acceptable?” She nodded again, her cheeks a vibrant blush. It wasn’t an enthusiastic nod. “Good girl. Now then...” I walked by her and tapped that behind. It released a healthy crinkly, but judging from her waddle, the underside had to be sodden. “Follow me, then. I kept the supplies in my room.” With that, I opened the door and walked through the stone hallways of the moonlit fort.

    Lissa followed quickly behind, albeit with a somewhat noticeable waddle hidden only by her dress. The extra weight and size of the drenched diaper definitely made it more difficult than a dry one.

    “I, um...thanks, Robin.” She muttered.

    “Think nothing of it, Lissa. Even I was a little girl once.” I said, turning back and giving a wink.  She huffed, speeding her step. I chuckled. “But I wasn't nearly as cute.” In spite of herself, Lissa smiled, even chuckled.

    “Bet you never had your, um, you-know-what pierced by a spear in battle before, leaving powder and cotton with every step.” she said back, cutely stammering around using the exact name of her undergarments.

    “Well, I wouldn't remember if I did.” I said, taking the turn around with her, my room was just a few doors forward.

    Lissa slowed down, gripping one arm with the other. Her dress bunched at the grip. “Oh. I, um...I'm sorry, I didn't mean...” She said, looking up at me with a certain guilt in her eye. I stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her.

    “Hey, don't worry about it. I certainly don't. We have to focus on the present, and the present involves you getting dry before anyone starts to smell a walking stable.” I said, chuckling afterward. She leaned into me, giving a nod. I reached for a doorknob, opening it slowly.

    “Thanks, Robin.” she mumbled again, walking into the furnished room. It was certainly of spartan décor. After all, it was a temporary setup in a fort we had captured. I was just lucky the last tactician enjoyed his nights asleep. The bed was heavenly. We broke apart, Lissa walking to the bed and carefully sitting down. I opened up a closet and bent over to search through a few bags. I picked up an amber glass bottle, a small container containing a white powder and, of course, a thick diaper, ordained with numerous little flowers and suns on it. I turned around, holding them up. Her eyes were aimed downward, only to shoot away as soon as I caught a glimpse of her.

    “What's wrong?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She returned her eyes to me, specifically to the objects and back to my eyes.

    “...N-nothing at all.” Lissa mumbled. I stifled a giggle.

    “Aww, my little girl has wandering eyes.” I chimed, giggling. She huffed, crossing her arms.

    “I do not!” she claimed, fixing a leer. I shrugged, walking over to the rug and placing the objects down. I stood back up, silently turning to my side and lifting the back of my robes up, a finger sliding into my pants. I slowly dragged it down, revealing just a bit of skin. Her eyes followed, her mouth a tad open. I shot her a grin before pulling them back up.

    “That-I, shut up!” She said, crossing her arms. I laughed, walking over and patting her on the shoulder.

    “Don't worry, Lissa, I'll satisfy those eyes and so much more on another night. Now lay down, over there, please.” She blinked, her cheeks once more flooding red. She nodded silently and waddled across the room, carefully laying down and folding her arms across her chest.

    “Good, now just hold still.” I ordered as I walked over to her. I took the hem of her dress, folding it upward to reveal the padding once more. Her boots and stockings had been haphazardly put on, likely just to get my assistance. I brushed some of my own chaotic hair from my vision, calculating my next move. A look from her impatient eyes spurred me forward. I gently took both of her legs and lifted them upward, causing another squish and a whimper. Her front was completely yellow, but the bottom was rather white, other than the middle ground which was quickly yellowing from the overflow. She squirmed as her formerly dry skin met chilled urine. I placed an army under her legs, using the other to carefully slide the back of her dress away from the diapered area.

    “R-Robin? C-can we hurry this up?” she pleaded, shaking slightly. I gave a nod.

    "Yes, of course. Just take a deep breath and relax.” I said. I looked up, meeting her eyes. I gave a grin. “I'll take care of you.” She blinked, giving a nod. I couldn't help but widen my grin as I saw a smile meet her lips. I lowered her legs once more, bringing my fingers against her diaper. It was amazing, really, that it was such a dry surface, yet below lay an ocean.

    My fingers gripped a tape, ripping it off with a sound that reverberated off the room. Lissa squeaked, her legs squirming. I slid a hand down to her thigh, giving it a squeeze.

    “Lissa.” I said firmly. “Relax. Can you relax?” I looked up, she nodded. I gave a softer smile. “Good, good. Just relax, I won't do a single thing to make you uncomfortable. Do you trust me?” She gave another nod. I took a breath. “Are you sure?”

    “Yes. Yes I do.” She said, not mumbling, not squirming. She said it firmly and looked right into my eyes. I gave a smile.

    “Good, now lay back and relax.” I said. I kept my gaze as she nodded, took a deep breath and lay back. Her shoulders sagged to the ground, her hands gently floating to her side, fingers drumming lightly. Her legs too relaxed, spreading out as much as she could without feeling strain.

    My fingers worked quickly, ripping the other tape from the same leg. The wing of the diaper fell, exposing her dampened thigh. She stiffened as cold air kissed it. The other leg was freed with two motions of my hand. I spread the two wings out, grabbing the front and unfolding it as soon as she braced. The chilly night air flew onto her skin, the drenched and yellowed surface absolutely chilling the poor girl. She shivered as I lifted a leg, giving a small grin as she lifted them on her own. Lissa held her breath as I grabbed the base of the padding and rolling it up. Bringing it away from her, I taped it up. Lissa kept her bum exposed and legs in the air to keep any liquid from hitting the ground. Taking just a moment to see that her eyes were closed, I took a good look at her.

    She always was a cute one, her bottom especially. It was nice and tight-looking, with not a hair on her. Even on the front, she had made sure not a strand survived. It was nice, smooth, and quite the eye candy. I still wasn't sure if I preferred it on display, or under a thick garment. It took only a quick trip to the corner of the room to toss the item in the trash. I would have it incinerated tomorrow, after a quick trip to the armory.

    I returned to Lissa, grabbing a box of wipes on my way. The first kissed the base of her bottom, clearing up that runoff. I heard a labored sigh, the girl gripping at the carpeting. I couldn't blame her, nights were cold this time of year. Hell, days were cold this time of year. I placed the wipe aside, grabbing another. A tap to her legs brought them down as I placed one on the upper part of her front, sliding it across smooth skin. The wipe quickly discolored, and I had to be quick to block any dripping streams from hitting the carpet.

    “Oh, my, Lissa. This isn't exactly a small amount.” I said, a tad concerned. “Is this all from one blast?” She shook her head, taking in a breath. Her eyes had opened.

    “N-no. I was trying to work up the courage before, you know, dinner.” she mumbled, her voice hiding a slightly guilty tone.

    “Before dinner? But that was hours ago.” I said, getting a nod in response. I sighed, but put the wipe to the side, grabbing two others. My cleaning swipes had been getting dangerously close to a very sensitive piece of skin, and the two of us knew it was the only space left. As I lowered the wet cloth, she took in a deep breath and shut her eyes again.

    My fingers firmly pressed on the lips, careful not to slip inside. A long and deep sound fumbled from the back of Lissa's throat, her hands once more on her chest, gripping one another fervently. I tried to ignore it as I rubbed the cloth over that lip. She leaned her head back, taking in deep breaths. I switched sides, making sure to give it a quick once-over as her hips start to squirm in place. I balled the wipes together and tossed them with an expert throw into a trash bin, grinning as it hit.  She opened an eye, looking at me.

    “Relax, Lissa, just a little bit more.” I said, taking up the amber bottle and twisting it open.

    “What...is that?” she asked, squirming at the sight.

    “Still a bit nervous of your first change? Relax, it's baby oil.” She blushed more heavily, but I put a finger to her lips before she could protest. “If you're going to sit around and stew in soiled padding by virtue of shyness, I need insurance that you won't get a nasty rash. Alright?” Another nod. “Good girl.”

    I tilted the glass container over my hand, the oil pouring out and pooling into my hand. Deciding the handful was enough, I put the bottle upright and on the ground. My hands drew together, rubbing to spread the oil evenly. I placed a hand on her cold skin, whispering a reminder to relax after her leg squirmed and her toes curled. My other hand followed, spreading the oil on her front. My digits slid over her soft skin, sneaking a gentle grasp at her thigh, a squeak escaping her as I did so. Her front soon glistened in the light.

    I took in a deep breath, taking two oiled fingers and sliding them between her legs. They touched moist and perhaps even sticky skin, each movement and press eliciting noises and squirms from the girl.

    “I'm relaxed.” I heard her mumble to herself, taking in deep breaths. I smiled, despite her embarrassment. She trusted me not to try any funny business, but I wasn't sure she extended the same courtesy to herself. I slid it over the skin, dipping it slowly over the slit. She shivered, her back stiffening until my fingers left.

    “Alright, legs up.” A sigh of relief escaped her as she lift those legs up, once more welcoming me with that full display. It suddenly struck me how vulnerable she was. I was honestly rather touched, there wasn't much stopping me from, well, anything. Yet here she was, trusting me with her most private regions. My hands slid over that bottom, spreading the oil to each cheek. I massaged it, sighing softly as she exhaled and leaned her bottom into it. I chuckled when she pouted at my hands leaving. I poured a few more dabs of oil on my fingers.

    “Alright, just hold there for a moment, okay?” I said, taking a wipe to clean off my hands. I took the free diaper, sliding it under her. Somehow, with that blush and now oiled posterior, she was even cuter than before. I felt a tad guilty for thinking as much, given her current state. Even more guilty when I wondered what I would do if those moans had counted as consent. I took Lissa's legs, gently guiding them back down.

    The bottle of oil was quickly capped as I continued chatting. “Good girl, good girl.” She blushed heavily, but gave a nod and a smile.

    “Aren't I just the cutest?” She said, giving a slight giggle at the statement.

    “Oh, you certainly are, with your cute little dresses and your waddling about!” I uncapped the bottle of powder, showering her front with it. “One might even think you were a big girl!”

    She blinked, frowning before breaking back into a smile, “Big girls don't need diapers, Robin.”

    “No, but they don't get to sit on laps, either.” I said, taking hold of the plastic and bringing it over the girl's lap. Holding it down with one hand, I reached for the wings of the diaper. I unfolded and fastened the tapes one at a time.

    She blinked, looking up at me with a wide smile, like a kid being told she could ride a pony. “Really?” She asked, beaming. “You mean, I can, I mean, um...” cleared her throat, blushing wildly. I nodded and patted her on the bottom. She gave off a sigh. “Oh, I thought for a moment I was going to freeze. Thanks, Robin. You're the best caretaker I could ask for.” She sat up, running a hand through her messy hair.

    I slid on the ground toward my bed, leaning against it and patting my leg. She slid on her bottom, crinkling nosily toward me. “I must say,” I began, “I was surprised when you asked. You're always talking about how you don't want to be seen as a child.”

            She seated herself onto my lap. I spread out my arms until I felt the weight of her body against my torso before sliding those over her. She rolled her head onto my shoulder, smiling.

     “I don't want to be seen as a child, by most people. I said nothing about being a child, or feeling like one.” She said, her embarrassment no longer quite so apparent. I opened my mouth to speak, but was silenced as I felt a warm and wet sensation on my cheek. Now it was my turn to blush.

    “I-I, um...” I stammered, turning to see her. I gulped. Okay, now that wasn't expected. But it certainly wasn't unwelcome. My arms wrapped around her, squeezing the girl until she squeaked. “I'll happily treat you however you want, Lissa.” I said, leaning forward and placing my lips against hers. It wasn't long, it wasn't deep, but the noise of that kiss seemed to have been the loudest thing today. I drew back, giving a smile as wide as can be.

    “Robin...” she said, leaning into me, “can I just stay here, on your lap, a little longer?”

    I looked toward the window, the moon was still in the early portions of the night. I nodded, leaning my head on hers. “Of course, Lissa. For as long as you want.”