Oddly enough, the only person there was Robin. She was sitting at the foot of the table, writing notes down and muttering to herself.

"Is anyone important visiting?" Morgan asked in something close to a whisper.

"Chrom would be here if that was the case," Malin replied. "It's something else." They got a bit closer, and Malin raised his voice a bit so Robin could hear him, "Hey, Robin. Are we suddenly practicing being formal, or do you have some other reason why you're sitting there?"

Robin looked over at them, smiling a little. "I'm not allowed to sit in a different position?" It was a joking question; a rare occurrence nowadays.

"Maybe if you were actually eating," Malin said. He sat down at the table, and Morgan did the same.

"I was waiting for you," Robin protested. "For various reasons." She looked over at Morgan, who was sitting on Malin's left side and, therefore, was farthest away from her. "Has your headache left yet?"

Morgan shook his head.

"Anything else bothering you?" Robin asked.

"No," Morgan replied. Malin seemed a bit surprised by it; Morgan was lying to his mother, after all. But she's worried enough as it is, and a simple dream wasn't something worth bringing up.

Robin looked like she noticed it as well, but didn't say anything about it.

All three of them began eating. Morgan wasn't that hungry, but he ate nonetheless.

They stayed relatively silent until Morgan finished up.

"Before you leave, Morgan," Robin began, "I want to talk a bit."

Morgan replied by nodding and looking at her.

"I'll be leaving for a few weeks," Robin explained. "I know I've been a bit neglectful, and I apologize. But Chrom needs me to do a few things outside of Ylisstol."

"I understand," Morgan replied quietly.

"It won't be too long; a month at most," Robin continued. She wasn't looking at him, though. "Everyone else will still be here. If anything happens, make sure that someone sends me a letter about it immediately."

Malin looked over at Robin. "I know you aren't directly talking to me, but where are you going, exactly?"

"I'm following up on a lead concerning Loralis' behavior and death," Robin explained. "I'll have about three escorts, all of which are friends. You won't need to worry unless I'm gone for half a year." She paused for a few moments. "…and make sure Chrom knows that, too. He's gotten a bit protective since the Grimleal War."

Morgan nodded, and the three of them fell into silence again. After a few moments, he stood up.

"I'm going to head to the library," he said. No one protested, but Malin looked a bit concerned. Morgan tried his best to give him a reassuring smile, then left. He hovered outside of the door for a few moments, noticing that Malin and Robin had began talking. He couldn't hear what they were saying…but an odd tinge of anger overtook him before he realized that he didn't really have a reason to be mad.

The feeling stayed, however, as he made his way towards the library and his own thoughts were replaced by incoherent mumbling and a stronger headache. Morgan just wanted it to go away.

He reached the library, which had a few people taking advantage of the open doors and large selection of books. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to look for, so he just browsed.

Apart of him wanted to look through the dark magic section. The person in his dreams might be using some kind of dark magic; if Morgan knew the specifics, he could tell Robin and hopefully things could adjust back to normal (or, at the very least, as normal as they can get). But he could also see how it could go against him, so he eventually settled on rereading some history books.

After a while, everyone left. Morgan had to stop reading, since he was losing his focus and his headache wasn't helping anything.

He lost track of time, just sitting there and staring out the window. About an hour after breakfast, the voices quieted down. He looked around, wondering if someone came by or they finally stopped.

Morgan couldn't exactly explain why, but he was a bit disappointed that it was Lucina. Without saying anything, she sat down in the closest chair to him, not that far away.

"Since when did you come to the library?" Morgan asked jokingly.

"Since I figured you would be here," Lucina replied simply. "Although, I will be the first to admit that I only come here once or twice a month. I'd rather be training; that way, if I spend hours doing something, I at least know that it's improving something."

Morgan nodded. "Anyway, what did you need me for?"

"I was going to ask about last night," Lucina admitted. "Are you alright? I know I was being a bit unbearable, but you don't normally snap at people. It scared me a little."

"…I'm fine," Morgan said. His reluctance to look at her seemed to betray the statement, however. "I guess I'm just…unwinding. The past two years give a lot to think about."

Lucina seemed to understand. "I know what you mean. You've been through a lot; we all have." She paused for a few moments. "Just don't be like me, okay? Don't hide when someone could help; I'm sure you've already been told this already, but everyone here is pretty much open to a random vent."

"I know," Morgan replied. He gave her a small, should-be-reassuring-but-looked-a-bit-pained smile. "I'll tell anyone if something starts bothering me." Unlike Robin and Malin, who were pretty adept at lie-detecting, Lucina didn't seem to notice the half-truth.

Instead, she returned his smile with her own. "You know where to find me if you need anything." Then she stood up, hesitated a few moments, and left.