"...Mm..."

Morgan was fast asleep, her pale hair scattered over her face. On the next bed over, her sister Nah slept soundly too. As Nah shifted position, Morgan murmured something drowsily that didn't quite make sense, as always was the case with half-asleep speech. "Tactics... Chicken..."

What? Robin stared at his daughter for a while, then chuckled. Morgan always had been the more eccentric child as compared to her sister, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

He snuffed out the candle lighting up his two childrens' section of the tent, and retreated into the main body of the tent. There, he sat down at his wooden desk, solid oak providing the backing for his maps for Robin to scribble on.

Nowi was out for the night; Robin could only suppose she was doing things manaketes did. His wife was still partly a mystery to him, truth be told. She'd spoken to Robin about her life before meeting the Sheperds, but beyond that Robin had not asked. He had felt it a sensitive topic, and so decided against bringing it up.

Robin looked down at the parchments on the desk. Chrom had ordered the Sheperds onwards to the Divine Dragon Grounds the next day. The leader of the Valmese Resistance - Say'ri, he thought her name was - had told them that at the Grounds, they could awaken the Voice of Naga, whoever that was, possibly tipping the war in their favour. Robin had his doubts about the wisdom of this move, practically charging right into the Valm main continent without any regard for safety, but if Chrom had ordered it, then it was the tactician's job to see that the army got through it safely.

"...Father?" Robin looked swiftly behind him to see Morgan standing up from her bed, rubbing her eyes blearily. "Morgan! Did I wake you up?" She shook her head, yawning, and replied, "No... I woke up myself." Robin frowned. "It's late... You should get back to sleep, Morgan."

She made her way over to him, and stood at his shoulder. "Then why aren't you asleep?" She asked him, and Robin grinned ruefully. "Your father is an insomniac, unfortunately. It takes me quite some time to get to sleep." Morgan pulled a chair from the corner, and sat next to her father. "Then I'm not gonna sleep too." Robin began to say something, but Morgan brushed that aside and looked eagerly at the things on the desk, leaning forward. "So whatcha lookin' at?"

Robin gestured awkwardly down at the parchments. "Well, er, these are the plans for tomorrow. As soon as we march to the Divine Dragon Grounds, we'll need to be on the look out for an enemy ambush. This is Valm, after all. Should we be ambushed, this is our back-up plan for escape." As Robin continued talking about the next day's itinerary, he got more and more excited. He loved it when his plans were well put together. "I got your mother to map out the area - she was perfectly safe, who in their right mind would pick a fight with a manakete? - and she told me the lay of the land. So this," he scrabbled around for a piece of parchment, "is the map I drew from her descriptions. And this," he waved around another piece triumphantly, "is the copy of the map with drawn plans on it."

Morgan surveyed it with intrigue. "So that's our back-up plan?" Robin nodded. "Yes." A thought struck him, and he snatched away the paper with plans from in front of her face. "Hey!" She protested. "Give it back! I was reading it!"

Robin ignored her, instead saying, "I've just remembered. You want to be a tactician, right?" Her eyes lit up, and Morgan nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Just like you, father!"Robin grinned slyly. "Then let's play a little game."

He set down the parchment without any plans whatsoever on it; the one that was simply a map. "Now, think of this as tomorrow. I'll give you a scenario, and you have to pretend that you have to guide the entire army out it. How's that for a game?" Morgan beamed up at him in anticipation. "Brilliant!" Father and daughter smiled at each other for a second, then Robin pointed at the highest point in the land. "So, say the entire army is here." Then he pointed to a bit further away. "And this is where we have to be. How would you get there if there was, hm, Pegasus Knights coming from the right and archers from far away in the left?"

Morgan studied the paper thoughtfully. Finally, she replied with, "I'd send our Pegasus Knights to the archers, as they have the longest reach, and you said that the archers were far away." Robin raised an eyebrow, but nodded at his faughter to proceed. "Then, uh, I'd leave the clerics in the middle and send the mages to... The right. So they can knock down the Pegasus Knights with wind magic, you see?"

Robin nodded. "I do see. Then a charge to the north, with the clerics using their staves to heal our men whenever they hurt, is that what you're saying?" Morgan eyed the paper for a while, then affirmed Robin's statement by nodding. "Yup. So, uh, what do you think?"

The tactician shrugged. "It's not a bad strategy, I'd say. But your strategy has some rather, er, strategic errors in it. Ah,sending the mages to the Pegasus Knights was a good move," he said hastily, seeing Morgan's face droop. "But, ah, not completely what I'd advise. You see, our mages are weak physically, so a hit with a Brave Lance and they're more or less done for. So, personally, bringing some paladins or maybe even archers to snipe them down would have been more prudent than sending just mages alone."

Robin still wasn't done. He wanted to correct the errors his daughter had made, in case Lucina ever asked Morgan to be the Sheperds' tactitian in the future. You never knew with these kinds of things, especially when meddling with time. "Secondly, I've got to say: The Pegasus Knights to the archers? Not that good of a move, unfortunately. If you sure that our Pegasus Knights could take all of the archers out as soon as the battle began, then I'd say that there was nothing wrong with that. But what if they were outnumbered? That would certainly spell disaster. I would've drawn them out with knights, seeing as knight's are so hard to strike with an arrow, then sent the heavy units to do some work."

He saw Morgan staring down at the ground, and said quickly, "But don't get me wrong! It was a very good strategy. It just needed a bit more working on, that's all." Morgan didn't reply, and gritted her teeth instead. Robin could see where the manakete blood in her showed up, in her eyes and ears and teeth, but put that matter aside. Morgan seemed upset, and he cleared his throat. "Morgan? Are you alright?"

"Why can't I remember?" Robin was taken aback. "Remember what?"

His daughter glared angrily down at the ground. "I'm sure you've told me this before... I'm sure...! But I just can't remember anything! Why can't I remember anything?" Robin didn't know how to respond. Even if he was a tactician, he wasn't very good with handling emotions strategically. "It's on the tip of my tongue... I know my memory is just there but I can't reach it, no matter how hard I try." To his horror, Robin saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I can't even remember the strategies you told me... I'm so useless."

How many despairing daughters do I have to deal with in one day? The sarcastic part of Robin wondered, but then decided that this was not the time to be thinking so cynically. He pulled Morgan to him, and hugged her fiercely. "You are not useless," he told her sharply, "and anybody that says so can go eat some Risen." Morgan looked miserable. "But I can't remember anything... I can't do anything, I can't be a tactician, I can't even use a sword like you can!"

"That has nothing to do with you," Robin said determinedly. "You are your own person, and nothing else can change that. You are Morgan, and you are my Morgan. So what if you can't remember anything? I'm sure you're still the same person, irregardless of what you can remember. I mean, look at me!" Robin tried to lighten the situation by pointing at himself. "I still don't remember what happened before the Sheperds, and I've still made my own way in the world. I've got a wonderful wife, and two beautiful children." Morgan still drooped depressedly, and Robin nudged her slightly. "So don't feel like that. You are you. Morgan is who you are, and I wouldn't have you change in any way."

Morgan sniffled, "Okay..." Robin ruffled her pale hair. "You know, you really take after me. I'm proud of it." Morgan looked up. "How so?" Robin chuckled, smoothing his daughter's identical coat down. "You really are a born tactician, just like me. That, and apparently, it's a family habit to lose our memory in a field."

Morgan laughed, still tearing a little, then her ears pricked up and she turned around. "...Nah?"

Her older sister sat up in bed, yawning. "What's going on? Are we congregating over there?" Robin grinned at his other daughter. "No, your sister couldn't sleep, that's all." He gazed back down at Morgan. "Now you, miss tactician, need your sleep. You young people need your rest." Morgan protested, "But here I'm almost the s-s-s-same age as you!" Her words were punctuated with a huge yawn, and Robin attempted to pick her up. "That may be so, but I'm still your father and you're still getting your rest.

"You too, Nah," he called over to his older daughter, and Nah grumbled, "Who woke me up anyway?" Still, she settled back into her bed, and Robin stood there, holding Morgan in his arms.

"...Father," Morgan mumbled suddenly, "Can we... play this again... tomorrow?" Sleep was trying to overcome her, but she clearly found this a pressing question to pose to Robin. Robin chuckled at Morgan's eagerness even while she was clearly suppressing the urge to fall asleep on the spot, and nodded. "Alright."

"G-g-good..." Morgan muttered, then slugged her father's arm gently. "I'll... Make you proud... the next time..." With that, she promptly fell asleep, and Robin dragged her back to her bed. "Whew," he gasped, "You're heavy." But Morgan was not awake to hear Robin's exasperation.

Robin mused aloud, "Why are all my daughters prone to falling asleep suddenly? Is that another family trait, I wonder?" He began to wonder who his own parents were as he walked over to his chair. I don't remember anything about my father or mother, Robin thought. In many ways, I'm just like Morgan. He smiled at the thought of his excitable youngest daughter. But I'm glad she knows who her parents are, at least. She'll never have to go through the pain of not knowing who you are. With such a sprightly personality, I'm sure she'll recall her memories soon enough.

With that, Robin sat down, and studied the map again. "...Huh?" As he looked closer and thought about it, Robin began to laugh. He had just realised that Morgan had told him to place the clerics in the middle, and Robin realised that, in fact, that was probably the most tactically sound thing to do. From that position safely guarded by the entirety of the army and with an old fort that he realised was there, the clerics could pretty much never-endingly heal the far away units for until their staves broke.

"Oh, Morgan. You really are just like me."

- A/N -

I decided to continue.
This will be, I'm estimating, four-ish chapters long? Four is a nice number. Four is death. Oooooh, death. What's gonna happen in the fourth chapter is anyone's guess.

And yes, Nowi will be making an appearance. Also, Tiki. We're gonna have a manakete party, whoooo! (Hear that? They're up all night to get lucky.)

In any case, uh... Yeah. Hope the chapter appeals. For some reason, fluff didn't really... Happen in this chapter. And I fully intended it to be, too :( I'm not too happy with the way this turned out, but I'm pretty sure for now that I've written this chapter to the best of my ability. So yes, as always, feedback is much appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: D'oh... The stuffy stuff with the stuff and the stuff and the stuff fluff belong to the gaming gods called Nintendo.

Edit: Also, quick thingamajig. Who thinks I should add Tiki into the next chapter? If I add her, I feel like it'll be a depressing chapter. Without her, it'll probably be a light-hearted and comedy based chapter. I need help -^- that's pretty much the only thing stopping me from writing it.

Edit 2: I changed my mind. This is the last installment of this story. I really couldn't find aanything else to write, I apologise greatly :( I might be returning to this in the future, but for the foreseeable one I will not. I can write, technically speaking, but there is no way I can phrase it well enough. I refuse to allow myself to let others read mediocre stuff, and I have no intention of writing mediocrity. So great apologies, but I'm ending this here. It's been fun :) This is not to say I'm quitting, however. I'll be back, but with a different story. Till then, I'm out.