[It's okay, Crona. You don't have to muffle your talkative sword.

Realizing that the small, pink-haired person cannot see him, Robert advances further into the tangle of undergrowth before stopping, still at an unusually-far distance. It's clear he's a little nervous...]

Are... are you qu-quite alright...? There was, er, a d-distinct commotion here, and... I thought, p-perhaps, that there might have been an i-issue of some sort...