It's a little past midnight — the candles are past the halfway mark — when her tent flap is pushed back and a head of blue hair pokes through.
"Mother?" Morgan is not at all sleepy-eyed; in fact he looks alert, on edge. "May I… may I come in?"
"Of course." Robin never turns her son away despite meeting him (and finding out she has a son — or will have one) only a few days past.
He looks at the maps and books she's laid out. "Planning for tomorrow's march?"
"Yes, although I should be turning in for the night soon… and so should you. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"I know. It's just… I can't sleep," he confesses, clutching his tome a little closer to his chest. "I…"
Robin pulls over the extra chair Chrom usually occupies and pats it. Morgan sits, his hands disappearing in the folds of his cloak. She looks at it, seeing the similarity it shares with hers. Again, she wonders if it's something she — future her — gave him.
"Do you not like sharing a tent with Owain?" she asks. "Would you like to try sharing a tent with Yarne?"
"No, no, Owain is fine. He snores a bit but that's okay." He smiles but it vanishes quickly. "Mother, um. It's just I— how does it not bother you, not being able to remember anything?"
"Morgan—"
"Everyone here remembers each other… Lucina remembers me! She talks about how I got into trouble with the castle's cooks every other day but when I try to remember all I draw is a blank. I want to remember but I can't. It's… frustrating." His voice cracks near the end.
She reaches for him, grasps his hands in her own. "You may not remember anything but you're making new memories every day, yes? I don't remember anything before I met your father. And perhaps I never will. But I don't let that bother me because I've made a family here, in this army. I don't dwell on the past because I have the future with them." She smiles, giving his hands a squeeze. "And now with you too."
"I… I see."
Guilt tugs at her upon seeing his downtrodden expression. "I know that doesn't help much but we're all together now. And I know that counts for something. Your father and sister feel the same way, I'm sure. As does everyone else."
"No, it… it helps." He sounds like he means it; his usual smile slips into place. "Thank you, mother."
"Anytime you want to talk, Morgan, you can," she says and she means it. "I'll always be here to talk strategy or family with you."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
notes: i feel like morgan (despite being all happy-go-luck/gung ho in their supports) actually do feel a bit alienated from the other kids because they can't remember anything. they're both visibly upset they can't remember their other parent (not robin) in their a supports with them and female morgan does say she'd like to remember her sibling in her supports with...whoever her sibling is. so i think morgan would just go to robin at some point and pour their heart out. more than morgan did in this drabble, anyway.