Ike awoke to screaming.

Worse screaming than he was used to, and he swore he could hear loud crying in the midst of it all. Ike wasn't entirely sure what was more pathetic, the fact that he was used to some screaming, or that he didn't stir out of bed like he should've. Rather, Ike attempted to put a pillow over his ears and pretend that nothing was happening.

However, the screaming got louder, and Ike's older brother sense began tingling when he thought he heard Mist crying, so he bolted out of bed soon after.

Oddly enough, upon further inspection, Ike discovered the crying was coming from Soren and Ilyana's shared tent. Ike didn't have time to dawdle on the oddness, however, because his little sister was crying, and whoever was doing it was going to get an iron sword shoved into many painful places, and get latrine duty for the next month.

Ike burst open the tent flap, and stared at the site. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as he thought, unfortunately, Ike remembered that the mages could kill him if they wanted to, so he had to resist the urge to immediately begin slaying people.

"And you just flat out should not steal my stuff of sneak into my tent I mean oh my goddess you must be a pervert if you would do something like this you little whore!" That lovely phrase came from none other than a skirtless Ilyana, who appeared to be screaming at a sobbing Mist, who was dawning Ilyana's missing skirt.

Ike blushed and attempted to look away, but he couldn't draw his eyes away from the scene no matter how hard he tried. Soren looked up from the cot and gave him a little wave "Good morning Ike." He said before collapsing back into the warm blankets in the cot. The commander guessed that he had another exhausting night with Ilyana.

Mist was crying even harder, "It-it's n-not my fault nothing else will fit me! I'm too bloated…" She sobbed, wiping tears off on her fingerless gloves.

Ilyana grew even angrier, "So now you're calling me fat?" Mist attempted to interject, but Ilyana was louder than the small cleric, "You know you're so not one to talk! I can see a potbelly growing under your shirt! I bet you're pregnant you little slut! Who've you been sleeping with? Gatrie? Boyd? Rolf? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it was Ike who you were letting get a small taste of-" That was the line, and Ike decided he had to interrupt.

"Ilyana, that's enough." He stated firmly, walking over and giving Mist a small hug, trying to calm her down. Mist buried her face into Ike's shirt and clung to his chest. The blunette briefly gave Soren a 'Why aren't you helping' glare, but saw that the sage was fast asleep, and decided he'd take it up later with his tactician.

Ike sighed, "So Mist, did you take Ilyana's skirt?" He asked, although the answer was obvious to him.

Mist sniffled, taking her face out of Ike's shirt briefly, "I only did it 'cause my skirt didn't fit me. I thought Ily would understand." She said, pouting.

Ike then turned to the fuming thunder sage, "All right, Ilyana. I understand that Mist did take your skirt, but is it worth getting this angry over?"

"Do you expect me to go around pantless all day? Did she ever think about what I was going to do? What if I hadn't caught her? I can't very well walk around like this!" She screamed, pointing down to her bare legs.

Ike took a deep breath. "All right, here's what is going to happen." He looked towards Mist, "You're going to have to return Ilyana's skirt to her." Mist looked crushed, and it took a fair amount of Ike's willpower not to crack under Mist's little sister charm. "And then that will solve the one issue to begin with. Next, Mist, I will let you wear my shirt around your waist to my tent, as that will prevent embarrassment."

"Pfft. That would serve her right, if you ask me. Let the little thief get what she deserves." Ilyana commented, flipping a pigtail over her shoulder.

Ike shot her a 'Please shut up look', "Then, Mist, you can borrow a pair of my pants, or an extra shirt of mine to wear as a dress." He explained.

Mist nodded, instantly perking up, "Okay!" She exclaimed happily, sliding Ilyana's skirt off and throwing it to the thunder mage, who bit her thumb in Mist's direction.

Ike then slid his shirt off and passed it to Mist, who happily fastened it into a makeshift skirt and happily skipped out of the tent.

The commander looked towards Soren, who was still sleeping, before exiting the tent after Mist, hearing a wolf whistle from Mia from his lack of shirt.

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"Rhys, are you sure she's still alive?"

"If you want, I can check again and use another heal, but she's breathing and doesn't appear to have any broken limbs."

"No, I mean, she's not moving or anything. She just lies there… moaning and such…"

"Boyd, I'm certain that she's alive. A little cold wouldn't take Titania down. She's just been feeling a little… er… off this week."

"Off?"

"Er… I'd rather not explain it, but if you want to see here you can go ahead. I can promise that the… condition that she is suffering of is not risky for you to be around… at least not in any conventional way."

"You're… sure about this?"

"Yes, defiantly. Now, would you like to go see her?"

"Again, you're sure she's alive?"

"Yes, I already said that. Why?"

"Well, she's still not even moving in any way!"

"Please keep it down Boyd, Titania is trying to sleep."

"Don't worry, I just want to see if she looks all right."

"Don't get to close, she's sleeping."

"You worry to much! See! She's harmless! She's just sleeping! Oh wait, oh goddess, it's alive! Those eyes are bright red! Oh goddess oh goddess, kill it! Kill it! Oh goddess it has a hand on me! Kill it, Rhys! Kill it!"

Titania growled, "If you don't get me a mug of beer this instant I will cut out your entrails and feed them to Ilyana…"

Boyd ran out the room faster than Mia on a sugar rush. Titania turned to Rhys smugly, "See, I told you that would work." She cuddled back into the pillow, "So you know, the same applies to you. You have one minute. Go."

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"Gatrie? Has anyone ever told you your arms are amazing?" Mia asked, feeling along the general's arms.

Gatrie flexed, "Well, I have been told a thing or two…"

"And your legs, by Ashera, I've never seen anyone with so much muscle…" She purred, trailing a hand down the blond's leg.

She smirked; Gatrie was falling right into her trap.

"Oh! I have a little question…" Mia said, moving her lips to Gatrie's earlobe, "I have just one or two things I really want to get from the convoy, but I spent all my pay on a new sword… Is there any way such a cute guy could help out such a helpless girl?"

"Of course… anything you say…"

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An hour later, Gatrie stood, pockets empty and without Mia in sight.

"Didn't you ever stop to wonder why I didn't shoot out your heart the moment I saw her with you?" Shinon asked the, now broke, general.

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A/N: 'Late'? What do you mean 'late'? I do not know the meaning of this word, 'Late'.

Erm… yes.

Thank you to Solis Knight for actually getting me to get my butt in gear and finish this chapter. Thank you to reviews/favoriters/alerters. You all are quite inspiring. I apologize for the huge delay, and hope you all enjoyed this chapter~

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