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Three updates in one day! Had this one done for a while too, kinda wanted to plug a tiny Inigo in there.

"Looks like he's already attached to you," Olivia giggled as she sat in the nursery with her friends who came to see her, "I hope he grows up to be just like the future Inigo."

Three women gave her a look as Lissa spoke, "I just hope Owain doesn'tâ€Ĥ keep his vocabulary."

Nihla watched as Maribelle then went onto Brady's speech patterns and couldn't help but smile as the blue haired boy in her arms reached up for her face. When she held him up his tiny hand went to the scar on her right cheek which made her laugh – it was almost as if he knew his future self-had also been concerned. The mother took her son back for him to go down for a nap alongside his older sister. They all gave the snuggling children a last glance and left for the day.

Many of the Shepard's had taken up homes in Ylisstol, their tactician was no different having a moderate home within the city and went there to check on things before going back for the war council. She opened the door to her empty house and smiled that everything was as she left it, books cluttering the entire lower level of her home.

Inigo had stopped by the day before with flowers, laughing at how her house was as dirty as her tent was. She almost slammed the door in his face but he apologized and said they were from Olivia who wanted to see her the next day. She had sighed and invited him but when he made a flirtatious comment about needing to refuse she changed her mind. There were lilies and wild-flowers, the lilies were obviously from the garden but how did she find her favorite flowers?

Thinking on it, she noticed Inigo had seemed tired – had he gone to find them? Nihla smiled at the prospect and silently said thanks while looking at them. When he left she looked about her home and decided to do some cleaning – which never happened.

They found themselves preparing to head to Plegia for a meeting with its king, Validar. Nihla was unsure about it, after knowing he was her father she had become more wary since he could enter her mind. She clenched a fist as the others showed up at the barracks, unsurprised to see her already finishing up her tasks. They were set to leave and when they did she found a cold chill run down her spine like a bad omen.