Robin held back the small headache Lucina's dress produced. Never before had a piece of fabric so utterly assaulted his senses. He could almost feel the colors radiating off of it. It was all quite disorienting. He could see why Morgan was so keen on getting him out of there. If only he had listened.

Though, he had to admit that once he got through all the gaudy vibrancy, the dress actually revealed her figure rather nicely as opposed to her battle garb.

Well that was inappropriate.

Perhaps the supernova of color had managed to impair his ability to reason properly. No matter how deceptively appealing her figure was, or how perfect her face was, or how her hair cascaded down her back…

This is just getting worse.

Robin stood up and started pacing. He could not afford to be attracted to her of all people–and that was what it was, attraction. There were several reasons including her father but also Morgan. She indicated that he did, in fact, get married and start a family, at least in some version of events, so he needed to find her mother.

Yes, best to nip this in the bud right now.

"Careful, Morgan," Robin cautioned as Morgan was practically hanging off of the railing of their flagship.

"Wow, it's so…wet!"

Robin chuckled, "Yes, it is."

Robin took the time to try and analyze Morgan's features to get a better idea of her parentage. Unfortunately, he could not help but think that his previous unbidden thoughts were interfering because he actually thought she looked a bit like her. He instead came to the conclusion that he was going insane. That, or he was secretly a pervert for thinking his friend's daughter was attractive.

Bad Robin! Bad!

"So, how long until we get there?"

"Two months at least, and that's not taking into consideration bad weather and enemy forces."

"That's a long time to be cooped up on this boat."

"Yeah, it is," Robin stared out at the ocean vacantly.

"So, where am I sleeping?"

"Huh? Oh, right, I've been granted a small cabin. I figured you could use it instead."

"Then where will you sleep?"

"I'll take your bunk."

"Um, father, wouldn't my bunk be with the women?" Robin's face went red as his previous thoughts came rushing back, "Dad, are you a pervert?"

"N-no!" Maybe, "I just didn't think it through. I'll, uh, arrange some proper sleeping arrangements. Don't worry."

"Alright," Morgan giggled, "And don't worry, this can be our little secret."

Two months on a closed in ship. While Morgan did not particularly enjoy the thought of being cooped up for that long, she did think this was a marvelous opportunity to get her parents together. If all went well, maybe they would even be a couple by the time they made landfall.

In the meantime, however, Morgan had made an appointment with Lucina to spar again. Morgan had practiced some on her own and even found that Lucina's ready stance was rather comfortable for her much like her father's, but she decided against using that as it would be a little too obvious.

Lucina had warmed to her ever so slightly, but Morgan still longed for an actual mother-daughter relationship even with them only being a few years apart. Until that happened, Morgan was determined to win her approval in swordplay.

Lucina was a master with a blade, and despite the fact Morgan was probably among the Shepherds' best when it came to swordplay thanks to her mother's tutelage, Lucina was still her better. Though, Morgan did not mind all that much. It gave her something to strive for like her father gave her a goal for tactics.

"Phew," Morgan wiped the sweat from her brow, "I'm beat."

"Your skill is impressive for one so young. By the time you are my age, you might very well exceed my own skill."

"I don't know about all that. Now, how about some lunch. I'm starving." Time for the second point of this sparring session.

"You may go. I would like to continue training."

"No way!" Morgan started to drag Lucina toward the lower decks, "You've been out here longer than me."

Lucina sighed, "Fine, just let me go."

Morgan grinned mischievously, but Lucina could not see that. Morgan led them down to the mess room which had long since emptied.

"Is there even anything left?" Lucina looked at the nearly empty room.

"I'm sure we can find something," Morgan had actually been planning for this and had some food set aside.

"Morgan?" her father's voice rang through the room, "Care to tell me why you–"

"Father!" Morgan interrupted before he blew her plan, "Fancy meeting you here. We were just about to grab a late lunch. Care to join us?"

"Sure?" her father said in confusion before nodding to her mother, "Lucina."

"Hey, look at this," Morgan pulled out her basket of food, "Let's eat!"

Once they were all situated and the food distributed, Morgan ate with extreme haste before excusing herself, "Welp, that was good. See ya!" She quickly ran out of the dining room and plastered her ear against the door.

"That was…strange," Lucina commented.

"Indeed. Though I'm quickly learning that she is rather eccentric."

"She is also quite skilled with the blade. She may very well be a better student than I."

"She is quite gifted, I'll admit. Though I may be a bit biased." A silence fell between them for a minute or so, "So you have no idea who her mother is?"

"No, I'm afraid not. I would surmise it is someone you have not met yet," Morgan wanted to scream at them that they had met, but she held her tongue, "It would seem she is from a different world than I."

"I guess so," Robin sighed, "At least this means I have a shot. I've never really considered myself good with matters of the heart."

"I never really had much time to consider those matters myself."

"Well, once this is over, maybe you can."

"Perhaps."

A/N: I realized that these won't have the line breaks in them. So, uh, be warry of sudden changes.