I am going on a trip tomorrow so I thought I'd post a new chapter before I go. This a support-ish chapter between Sumia and Morgan.

Sumia lay on her bed in her tent comfortable reading a book. It wasn't often she got these quiet moments to her so she made sure to enjoy every moment.

"MOTHER!"

Emphasis on "moment." Sumia screamed and bolted upright in bed. Her heart beat a mile per minute. She looked at the tent entrance and saw Morgan standing there with her hands behind her back. "M-Morgan? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Pfft, oh you're fine, Mom. You're made of tougher stuff than that."

"You'd be surprised." She again observed Morgan's hands behind her back. "What do you have there, dear?"

"Oh, right! I bought you a gift!" She revealed the small bouquet of flowers she had behind her back. "Ta-da! I remember you liked flowers a lot. I'm sorry I couldn't get more. I didn't have a lot of money."

"Aw, how sweet of you." Sumia climbed out of bed and walked up to Morgan who happily handed the flowers over. "Oh, these are lovely, Morgan, thank you."

"Don't rip them up," Morgan warned.

"What? Why would I do that?"

"I remember watching you tear up flowers sometimes. I was really meticulous in picking out ones I thought you'd like, so don't go tearing them apart."

Sumia raised a brow in confusion. Then it hit her. "Oh, you must have seen me to my flower fortunes."

Morgan tilted her head. "Flower what now?"

"I like to do flower fortunes. I use the petals of flowers to try and predict the future."

"Really?" Morgan smiled. "That's so cool! Father could probably use that with his strategies!"

Sumia chuckled. "Oh, they don't work like that. It's more of a silly hobby really."

"You have hobbies?"

"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"

"Well, I never figured a mighty hero of justice had hobbies."

"Um, about that hero of justice thing. I think some of the stories you heard about me were-" She was cut off by Morgan's finger against her lip.

"Shh, don't ruin the fun for me. I don't have a whole lot of memories of you from when I was little. I like to remember you how those stories portrayed you."

"But that's not-"

"Goodybe, Mother, enjoy the flowers!" She ran out of the tent before Sumia could say anything else. "I'll see you later!"

Sumia sighed. "That girl is certainly an odd one. She must get it from her father."

Morgan sat in the war tent looking over maps of the nearby area. For the last three hours she had been going over her father's plans seeing if she could add anything to them as well as trying to come up with her own strategies. She rubbed her eyes and let out a loud yawn.

"Morgan?" Sumia poked her head in the tent. "I heard you yawn. What are you doing in here?" She walked into the tent and looked her daughter over. "Oh, my, you look exhausted."

Morgan shook her head. "I'm *yawn* fine, Mother. Don't worry *yawn* about me."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should get some sleep." Morgan's stomach growled. "Was that you?"

Morgan glanced around the room before nervously looking back at Sumia. "N-nnooooo. . ."

"When did you last eat?"

"When was dinner served?"

"An hour ago."

"Then since breakfast."

"What?!" Morgan winced at the sudden volume change. "Morgan, you can't do that to yourself. You need to eat something."

"I'm fine, Mom. I did this all the time in the future. Food was hard to come by so I'm used to working on an empty stomach."

"While also trying to fight off sleep."

"I never said it was *yawn* glamorous."

"Well, there's no excuse for it now." She walked over to Morgan and grabbed her arm. "Come with me."

"Hey! Mother what are you doing?" Morgan struggled to get free of her mother's grip. "I said I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

"Well, I'm going to," Sumia said firmly. "I won't let my little tactician work herself to exhaustion. Honestly, you're as bad as your father sometimes."

Morgan smiled. "Thanks!"

"I suppose I should have expected you to take that as a compliment. Now come along, there should be plenty of leftovers from dinner."

Morgan sighed. "Alright. Is there bear meat?"

Sumia hummed a tune as she brushed her Pegasus' fur. "Soon you'll be all clean, girl." The beast nudged her head against her affectionately. "That's a good girl."

"Um, Mother?" Sumia looked over her shoulder and saw Morgan walking up to her with a flower.

"Hello, sweetie. Do you need something?"

"Well, um, I was wondering if you would do a little flower fortune telling for me. It's been a while since I've seen you do one."

"Alright." She took the flower from Morgan. "Is there anything in particular that you want to know?"

"Yes actually. Do you think your fortunes can tell us if we'll win the war?"

Sumia's brows raised. "Do you have your doubts?"

Morgan nodded. "In the future, we were so used to defeat. Survival was all that mattered. Since we came here, it seems like victory might be possible. Like we may actually achieve peace but. . ."

"But what?"

"It all feels like a dream, you know? Meeting you and Father. Seeing the world not as a wasteland. Fighting alongside you and being part of the Shepherds. It seems so unreal. Like at any moment, the world will fall back into chaos and all will be lost again." Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "I-I just want a little assurance that we'll be alright. That I won't have to lose you again."

Sumia felt her heart sink. It pained her to see her daughter so despondent. She wrapped her arms around her and gave her a tight hug. "Oh, Morgan. I'm so sorry you had to suffer all that. I should have been there for you."

Morgan let the tears keep flowing. "You weren't though." Sumia couldn't help feel a little guilty. "I-I missed you and Father so much. That's why I clung so hard to those stories I heard about you. I wanted to feel like you were watching over me. That we still had a connection."

"We do though don't we? Like your father says, the ties that bind us will always keep us together. Even if we can't be there physically. I know I can't speak for the Sumia you knew, but I think it's a safe bet she was watching you."

Morgan looked up at her. "I-I don't want to l-lose you again. I've enjoyed our time together so much and. . ."

"Shh, it's okay." She wiped the tears from Morgan's eyes. "I'll always be with you. No matter how far we're apart."

"Promise?"

"Promise. And as for your fortune, I don't need petals to tell me what I already know."

"What do you mean?"

Sumia smiled. "We're going to win, Morgan. I have no doubt about that. And when we do, our whole family is going to be together forever. I promise you that."

Morgan smiled. "Y-you know, I think those old stories got you all wrong. I much prefer you like this. The kind, humble knight who likes to tear up flowers."

Sumia giggled and kissed Morgan's head. "Thank you. I prefer me like this too."

I got FE7 and I have an idea for a fic I'm working on. Is anyone interested in reading it? Anywho hope you enjoyed.