I can mend wounds, but can I mend our hearts?

She had one not one, but both fights in the raid. Robin felt pride in her chest from what she had accomplished. But… with the raid done and resources seized, there was something else she needed to tend to. She had seen her father struggle, losing his match as the wound on his back tore open. It was still bleeding as they headed for home. She wouldn't approach while they were in the company of others. But now that they were back she sought out where he had made his den. She padded right in, addressing him with a frown. "So, are you going to let me treat your injury, dad?" Her words weren't angry, not like before. She had no reason to bend to his expectations now. She had proved to herself what she was worth. No, now there was only the worry for her remaining parent… and the hope of patching up the relationship they had.