All That Glitters

by RedMerchant

Anna saw no plausible reason why, with the right words (and the right lighting), anything that glittered couldn't be gold. [100 drabbles of Anna, in which she faces the challenging, the simple, and the abstract.]

38. Touch

For the first time in years, Anna sat and wept, alone. Chrom's words sliced deep into her consciousness.

"Anna, I'm sorry... An entire village of merchants was burned down by Grimleal. Many of your sisters were there, and-"

"Are they alive?"

"Anna, I-"

"Are they alive?!"

"... No. There were no survivors. I'm sorry."

She barely noticed as someone slipped into her tent and wrapped their arms around her. "You're okay, Jingles," he murmured into her ear.

They wouldn't move from that position for many hours.