Alright! Here's chapter 2! I know it's short, but I don't think I want to make them too long, otherwise I'll lose my ideas and end up getting stuck like I did with my other story. Chapter 3 is already in progress, it'll start off with Ike's POV and go from there. Please R&R and let me know any advice you might have! I value my readers opinions more than you know.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Fire Emblem or it's characters, they all belong to Nintendo. I just get credit for the fanfic.

Titania sat in the seclusion of her room, staring at the wall with in frustration. For day's she had been trying to figure out why she hadn't been able to get through to either of Greil's children. She knew they were grieving, but it had been nearly two weeks now and no progress had been made with either of the pair. With this oncoming war, the mercenaries were all faced with hardships; Greil's death was just another blow they were going to have to learn to deal with. On Greil's grave, Titania had sworn to follow Ike and help him to be the commander, she swore to protect everyone, and help them be happy again. She swore to Elena that she would protect the children all of those years ago when she died, she had done that to her best ability hadn't she? But now that Greil was also gone, Titania saw the young man Ike was, and the woman Mist was becoming, whether they realized it or not.

For some strange reason, their continuous wallowing in grief was beginning to get on her nerves, if the two didn't make up soon she was going to have to force them. It was not that Titania was heartless to the situation, in fact she probably felt an equal amount of sorrow at the lost of her best friend and mentor as his children did, but it had been nearly three weeks. The company needed to get moving again if they were going to continue escorting Princess Elincia to the Gallian capital. She could make them see reason, and then she would let Rhys bring them back to health in his own fashion. But the priest was unlikely to be very forceful with Ike compared to his student. Titania smiled at that thought, how would Ike react when he learned that Mist had been taking lessons from Rhys to be a healer? Greil hadn't been as enthusiastic about the idea when Mist first mentioned it, but Titania had convinced him otherwise and the girl had studied often whenever she could spare the time. Titania could see Greil's persistence and Elena's gentility within they're daughter, she would make a fine mercenary yet. There was no time now though, only the battles to come, Mist would have to learn the life of a mercenary in the field the hard way.

Titania's ears caught the sound of a slamming door and she shook herself out of her reverie to go investigate. It was the middle of the night no one should have been up at this hour, except for Ike of course. The lad had been doing nothing but training day in and day out. Titania left the room, her boots clacking across the stone floors with every step, her long red braid shaking back and forth…

Mist heard footsteps approaching quickly, but she didn't react with alertness as she normally would have. Staying where she lay, she waited, if it was an emergency then she would know about it soon enough. As though it were timed with her thoughts, the door slammed open, its wood cracking against the stone wall. Mist could slightly see the shadow of a tall figure cast by the lantern in the hall, his boots were visible in the gap beneath the bed and floor. She knew those boots, and that voice that called her name.

"Go away…" She whispered, trying to shrink back against the wall even more. Her attempts were fruitless; she was as far as she could go. She closed her eyes, grasping the medallion so tightly her hands hurt, tears were forming again, but she didn't want to let them out.

"Mist?" He had stopped and stared at the room, looking towards the window, but the bed hid her well. Maybe if she stayed still he would leave? She took a deep breath and held it, trying to remain silent. "Misuto…" He sighed and shut the door, leaving only the moonlight to filter through the glass. To her dismay, he hadn't left. Ike walked around the bed and knelt down on one knee, placing a hand on her head. "I know you're awake, Imouto-chan."

Mist's grasp on the medallion loosened and her face relaxed as she listened. She couldn't even remember the last time Ike had called her by that name. He wasn't mad at her after all? Letting out the breath, Mist gave a little gasp as a sob bit at her throat. Ike's fingers rubbed through her hair as though he was stroking a kitten followed by his arms lifting her from the cold stones. Mist's eyes were now burning from the suppressed tears and she finally opened them to let the flood pass. Through the blurs she could see that they had stopped on the bed, and warmth consumed her as he wrapped a blanket snuggly around her shoulders before he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her small frame, hugging her to him.

"Hisashiburi desu ne?"