It was close to the evening when Wren’s voice disturbed Robin’s sleep. “Wilder, are you still sleeping? Even the bullet wounds don’t need this much sleep get up.” She called and opened the tent's front part and poked her head inside only to yell, “oh my innocent eyes, what the f**k,” and pull her head back. Robin rolled her eyes and lifted her head from Wilder’s chest. “Very mature of you, sister,” Wilder yelled back and Robin closed her eyes and ears and attempt to escape the loudly yelling siblings.
In fact, there wasn’t anything as scandalous as their screams would imply. Wilder insisted on Robin getting comfortable in his tent which resulted in them cuddling and Robin wrapping her arms around Wilder’s. “Can’t even nap peacefully in here,” Wilder grumbled as they walked out of the
