Sooo yeah, been out-of-commission the past few days, exams and all that. Anyways, here yeah go,

Robin waved goodbye as Severa and Morgan left the camp ground, the eager tactician-in-training waving rapidly back. Severa on the other hand gave a half-heated gesture, her face already looking downcast.

The ashen-haired tactician stood under the shade of an old oak tree, the wind was cool and calm, and the sun was shining wonderfully in the sky. It was such a nice day for a picnic, but alas, duty called. Robin faced the task of cataloging every weapon in the Shepherds, as well as training Cynthia in the art of magic, the pegasus knight having recently been promoted to a dark flier.

Robin let out a breath, Severa and Morgan disappeared over the hill and out of sight. He finally let his worry show, a frown marring his face. He truly was concerned for the relationship between the two.

It seemed to be starting off rocky, Morgan often coming to him instead of her mother for things Robin wasn't quite experienced with. Womanly problems, Robin shuddered at the memory. He hoped this would all work out in the end, at least for his sake.

"ROOOOOOOOBIN!" A cheerful and incredibly loud voice shouted from behind him. Turning to face the source, Robin could see Cynthia making her way towards him through the now crowded camp, the Shepherds having taken quite a few new recruits into their ranks. Mostly children from the future past.

Robin braced himself for the coming ordeal, turning to greet the "Pega-pony-princess," with a strained smile.

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Severa let out another sigh, slumping forward as she trudged onwards. Severa wondered if she had surpassed her mother's sigh count, the blonde mercenary making the noise more and more as of late.

Morgan skipped happily ahead of her mother, head turned towards the roofed forest path the two walked through. The young tactician had worn the familiar robe with her today, apparently Robin's robe from some other time-line. Severa looked at the cheerful girl from the corner of her eye, analyzing the robe covertly. It definitely was Robin's, just the other day he had received a gash on his left side, exactly where a poorly-sewn patch was on Morgan's robe. Severa could guess that it could be her future sewing work, and if it looked like that why even bother taking up the hobby?

Severa would never admit it verbally, but looking at the robe she felt her heart tug, missing Robin already. Morgan caught her mother's attempts to hide her emotion, but Severa's crestfallen face was easily displayed to Morgan.

"Mom...?" Morgan gingerly said, afraid of enraging Severa or sending her into a fit of some sort. Having amnesia, it didn't help that she had to re-learn her parents mannerisms. After studying with Robin, her father was exactly as what little pieces of him remained in her mind, save for the fact that he did not yet have a pair of glasses.

Severa, on the other hand, had a very...unique personality. She was a very direct individual, someone who always spoke there mind, and if Morgan could remember...Her father said something along the lines of, "Emotional and forceful," yet he liked her. Then again, Morgan could member another thing Robin had told her that she found so adorable.

Morgan came back to reality when she saw her mother's clearly annoyed face and a hand waving in her vision. "Whu..?" Morgan said while blinking her eyes rapidly. "Ugh. You zoned out when you started to speak, Morgan." Severa said with a roll of her eyes. The elder blonde looked at her future-daughter, seeing Morgan trying to hide a smile and blushing "What?" Severa said, sounding like she was already out of patience.

Morgan took a step back, waving her arms defensively in front of her. "N-nothing, mom!" She said desperately. Severa's face grew a shade darker, her scowl increasing. "Morgan..." Severa spoke with venom, "You will tell me!"

Morgan made "Eep!" sound and fell onto her bottom, knocking the wind out of her. Morgan pushed the locks of blonde-white hair out of her face and looked up to see Severa. The girl had her arms crossed over her chest and a face that spoke volumes of her decreasing patience.

Morgan quickly stood and brushed herself off, "Well mother...I was just thinking of the other day when I was talking to father..." The tactician-in-training said with a blush. "What did he say now?" Severa rapidly asked her daughter, her voice betraying her intrigue.

"Well it was about you two..." Morgan found her boots very interesting after saying that. "He probably told you some lie about me." Severa said with a whip of her ponytail, no longer looking at the other blonde.

'NO! That wasn't it..." Morgan quickly tried to save the image of her father. "He was talking about how you are all the rage these days..." The youngest trailed off, hoping that would be enough to satiate her mother' in the matter. Severa scowled, "What does that mean?"

"Well...girls like you really are all the rage these days! I mean you are tough as nails on the outside, with an ooey, gooey damsel-in-distress core..." Morgan said with a dramatic tone. "Always cross and short tempered, making every smile shine like a rare gem...Apparently that's what the guys are into as of late. Who knew?!" Morgan finished with a theatrically high voice, her arms raised beside her.

Severa blushed profusely, following it up with an angry tone. "I am not a damsel-in-distress!" She huffed and turned to continue down the path, Morgan in tow.

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"Again." Robin said with a hint of exasperation. The grandmaster looked on as Cynthia, Sumia's daughter, once again missed the target completely and set the remains of grass behind the training dummy on fire. On cue, Frederick appeared and doused the flame with a handy bucket of water, the knight eerily prepared for the situation at all times.

Cynthia let out a sigh and paced back to Robin, who was observing from a nearby bench. The blue-haired pegasus knight took a seat beside the man, dropping violently into the seat. She took a water-skin and drank happily, the effects of flame magic not helping her thirst.

After a few seconds of silence, Cynthia spoke with her usual loud tone. "Robin?" She asked, not waiting for a reply. "Why did you marry Severa?" Robin turned to look at the girl, his face twisted in confusion. "I love her?" Robin stated as a question, it was the simple answer, was it not?

Cynthia rolled her eyes, leaning closer to the white-haired man. "Obviously! But really...why her?" She asked. Robin was well aware of Cynthia and Severa's rivalry, the two seeming to not be on the same page. Cynthia probably wondered why Robin had picked the "Ice Queen," to be his wife. To her, Robin must have been a hero, conducting a whole war without a single loss, because of this she would think that the man would want a more heroic wife to match. Then there was the possibility that Cynthia liked him, but down that path lay madness and he truly did not feel like venturing down there now.

"I married her because I like her personality, and she is quite..." Robin trailed off, unsure of the word. Cynthia rolled her hands, expecting an answer. "...Cute?" Robin spoke it as a question, shrugging his shoulders in the process. Cynthia worked her jaw up and down for a second before bursting into laughter. Robin blushed and turned away from the hyper princess, intent on leaving.

Cynthia grabbed Robin's left sleeve, the young girl stopping Robin from leaving. "Ha...well Robin?" She said, her voice high and a large smile covering her face. "Don't you think anyone else here is heroic and...cute?" She finished with a laugh. Robin panicked. This was not happening. No. No. NO.

He couldn't deal with this now, Robin pulled his arm free and began to march away. In a flash the young princess had managed to stand directly in front of Robin, planting both hands firmly on his chest. "Yeah! I mean Lucina is a great match!" She said cheerfully, oblivious to the other Shepherds milling about in nearby tents.

"Cynthia..." Robin said, cupping his forehead with a downcast face. Cynthia bounced in place, the unending energy rolling off her. "Well I mean she has had a crush on you for like ever!" Robin zoned out at those words. The blue-haired girl continued to ramble on, Robin's eyes became unfocused as he thought.

This could cause...problems. If Severa found out there could be an explosion of emotions. Robin shook his head, it wasn't like Cynthia would spread the word of Lucina's hopefully secret crush. The tactician focused himself again, and looked down at the short princess. He muttered a quick goodbye before stepping past Cynthia. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a bolt of greenish-blonde hair.

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Severa settled down onto the blanket, content with the spot Morgan had chosen. The younger girl had spouted dribble of "A perfect, tactically-sound location for a picnic." Severa simply wanted to eat.

Unwrapping a sandwich which was irritatingly perfectly wrapped, Severa took a sniff of the meal. The blonde could feel her mouth water at the aroma, a perfect meal. Severa frowned, of course Cordelia would prepare such an excellent meal.

Morgan had already devoured one sandwich and was working the wrapping of the second, tugging harshly on the resilient paper. Severa watched her daughter the same way she would watch Inigo as he flirted with every breathing female, with a look of bemusement at his struggle. Morgan ripped the paper in half with a "WooHoo!," the sandwich spinning in the air comically. Morgan tossed the paper aside and snatched the food from mid-air, quickly shoving most of it into her mouth.

Severa let you a huff. "I hope I didn't teach you to eat like that in the future, Morgan!" At this Morgan's face dropped, her eyes refusing to look up from the simple blanket the two sat on. Severa, wincing, realizing that she had hit a nerve.

It was no secret that Morgan had some sort of amnesia, yet she only held on memories of Robin and most of his tactical lessons. Severa had thought on the issue for quite some time, after all, what kind of mother must she have to been to be so easily dismissed from her own daughter's memory?

Tears were welling up in Morgan's eyes and Severa was at a loss for a response. Should she hug her? Hold her? Tell her its alright? Severa was not blind, she knew she needed to give some sort of comfort to the young blonde.

Before Severa could move however, the little tactician bounded across the blanket and slammed into Severa's chest, knocking the mercenary onto her bottom. Severa held her arms at her side, unsure of what to do as Morgan held onto her for dear life, sobbing into her shoulder.

Severa sighed and wrapped one arm gingerly across Morgan's shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly. "Umm..." Severa began hesitantly. "I-it's alright, Morgan..." She cooed gently, calming the blonde down.

"S-sorry mother..." Morgan muttered from Severa's shoulder, the words muffled and quieted. "I just wish I could remember you...I tried all I could think of..." Morgan began to sob again, the already large wet spot on Severa's shirt growing with each second.

"It's okay Morgan!" Severa said rather forcefully, feeling Morgan's jumpy response. "What did you even try to get your memory back? Some potion that Anna conned off to you?" Severa asked with genuine interest.

Morgan leaned back and rubbed her head sheepishly. "Uhh...well...I sort-of, y'know..." Severa widened her eyes as Morgan struggled for words. "Bashed my head off books, even a big post, but none of it seemed to work!" The tactician-in-training said with embarrassment.

"Morgan..." Severa cupped her forehead, shaking it slightly. "Don't do that again!" She spoke sternly, pushing the tactician off her lap and onto the blanket. Morgan looked like a chastised child, and considering the situation it seemed to fit. "I don't want you to hurt yourself...I do care about you..." Severa said with a blush.

"AW MOM!" Morgan yelled, wrapping Severa in a large hug that constricted the blonde's airway. After struggling out of Morgan's vice-grip, Severa finally gulped down fresh air. "I bet if we spent more time together I could remember more about you!" Morgan said cheerfully, her large eyes full of hope.

Severa sighed and spoke, "Okay..." She then was quickly enveloped in another bear hug from Morgan.

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The two blondes quickly cleaned up the picnic and headed back to camp, the path seeming much shorter without the extra weight of food. "Morgan?" Severa asked hesitantly, taking another step over a small pebble scattered across the well-worn path.

Morgan responded with a grunt, the younger girl having been set with most of the picnic supplies and struggling to continue. "Why do you remember mostly Robin?" Severa spoke with ease, hoping to avoid setting off another Morgan-waterworks event.

"Well...I think it's because..." Morgan spoke with breaks for each foot placement, "You...seem to spend...all your time with Dad...as of late..."

Severa cocked her head to the side, had she really been with Robin as much? Well she did get him to go shopping all day, or that time when she yelled at Chrom for not letting him out of a meeting early...Maybe she was becoming wrapped up in the Grandmaster's life.

Morgan swayed dangerously, the unholy amount of supplies they brought were too much for the tactician-in-training. Severa huffed and took some of the bags off Morgan, easing the girl's burden. "Yeah! You seem to be borderline obsessed with him?" Morgan put a finger to her chin, quite similar to Anna, "I wonder if that is hereditary?" Morgan began to drift off into deep thought, ignoring her mother's loud protests on the subject.