"Lucina, darling, could you grab your younger brother for a minute?"
Lucina whirled around to face her mother in question, but before she could utter "which one?" She spotted him reaching into the air with the Falchion, the gleaming sword topped with an equally gleaming star.
"Morgan, the Falchion is a legendary blade, not a tree decorator," she scolded in a tight voice, and her brothers determined expression melted into sheepishness.
"Well actually, I was referring to the one under the tree, but she IS right, Morgan," Robin sighed, gesturing to the miniature version of the blue haired boy, who was currently attempting to teath all the ribbons off the boxes placed under said tree.
"Right away, mother!" Lucina nodded before heading towards infant-Morgan. Even with all the extra help from her grown children, Robin was feeling a tad frazzled - frazzled meaning she felt like her brain had been hit head on by her own levin sword. It was her first Christmas after Morgan was born, and trying to wrangle two toddlers while splitting her time between two teenagers took more planning than any battle strategy she could imagine.
"I've tucked Morgan in his crib with his stuffed Naga. He should be entertained for a while," A voice from behind Robin stated, almost reminding her of a military report.
She turned to look at her daughter. So determined, even with small tasks like these. Robin found it best to make her older children feel useful. Even after Grima's defeat, they, Lucina especially, acted extremely protective over their younger selves, insisting upon putting them above themselves in every respect. Robin would have to find more discreet ways of making them feel equal to their present selves than simply treating them as equals outright.
"Thank you, you have been an immense help tonight. Fredrick has just informed me that your friends have arrived. Why don't you and Morgan join them?"
Lucina's eyes lit up for a split second before becoming resolute once more. "No, mother, I'm sure they can wait. I still need to finish decorating the tree with Morgan and check in on the kitchen before-"
"Lucina," Robin caught her daughter's gaze and held it with her own stern glare. "You have done more than enough for one night. Go join your companions. I'm sure they're waiting on you."
Lucina paused, searching for a retort, then decided against it. "Yes Mother. I will be but a moment," she said, bowing once more before exiting the great room and heading for the castle entrance.
"Be more than a moment!" Robin called after her, and whether she heard it or not, she could not tell. Robin sighed once more. Even the greatest tactician in the kingdom couldn't figure out how to convince her time traveling children that they were worthy and welcome in her heart. The fact that they came back in the first place is proof enough, not to mention what they've done for their family, and their kingdom. And the world.