They show him a likeness of her when he first wakes up.
"Do you know who this is?"He gives an ever so slight smile (and it's filled with a fondness that betrays his heart) and nods.
"It's Emmeryn."
The mages exchange looks and the redhead trickster doesn't know why—it doesn't really matter anyway.
"… Have you ever had personal encounters with her?"
He flinches ever so slightly- that's not a fair question. Even so, the mages want an answer and he knows that the sooner he answers, the sooner this entire meeting will be over.
"We've talked before… When I would visit Ylisse. She's peaceful and she wants to end this war. Isn't that what we want, too?"
They had caught him as he was making one of his journeys across the border to visit Ylisse and they had deemed him to be a suitable king. Now, he sat in a strange room with a group of strange mages and he had to try to hide his discomfort. They were members of the Grimleal, and that wasn't too bothersome—The Grimleal were the religious leaders in Plegia, and he was accustomed to their odd quirks. In no way did this mean he agreed.
"Ylisse has caused so much pain to Plegia. Are you certain that this woman will make peace?"
"Yes." His answer is prompt and certain—he knows Emmeryn and he has full faith in her.
They show him the likeness of Emmeryn (again) and he doesn't know why he's just waking up. Maybe he passed out? The Grimleal were known for making people feel odd.
"Do you know who this is?"
He gives that fond smile and nods—"It's Emmeryn."
The mages once again exchange looks and the trickster doesn't care.
"Have you ever had personal encounters with her?" Were they asking him the same questions as last time?"Yes. I thought I already told you… She talks about peace and her desire to help Plegia rebuild."
"Do you believe her?"
"Yes." And he does believe Emmeryn, but he doubts Plegia. He doesn't understand why he doubts his own kingdom.
They show him her likeness and it's three weeks later.
"Do you know who this is?"
He nods but he seems quiet—there's no fond smile, just an oddly solemn nod. "It's Emmeryn."
The mages seem to be less disappointed (?) this time. "Have you ever had personal encounters with her?"
"Yes," he says, and he's quiet and it seems to make the mages smile. "She talks about peace between Ylisse and Plegia."
"Do you believe her?"
"I… don't know." He sighs.
When he sees her, he doesn't remember how to smile fondly at her. He doesn't remember most things about her. She's ethereal and he's been filled with lies and those lies have made him hate her. He didn't hate her before.
When he watches her fall, he gives an odd smile and most people attribute it to his madness. They don't know the difference between his pain and his pleasure.
When he's laying on the battlefield, he sighs— He tries to remember what he used to feel about her.
When he's with those daft sea-comers, he starts to wonder if she survived, too. He should've been dead and he was alive.
When he sees her again he remembers. She stares at him and he realizes what he's done— it's his actions that made her like this- and he wants to try to make it better. For her, he'd try anything.
When they head back with the Shepherds, he walks in a strange silence beside her.
When they get to the camp he finally remembers. He sits next to her and he can't say anything but he's remembered.
When they're alone, he smiles at her— he smiles and it's that smile filled with that fondness and that spark of hope is rekindled in whatever soul he has left because she smiles back.