It turned out that Morgan's intervention was bearing dividends. Chrom had apparently done his job and gotten Lucina to take some time off, and, much to Morgan's delight, she had voluntarily spent time with Robin. Granted, they may have been trying to see which of the Shepherds may have been plotting to betray them, but time alone was still time alone. Surely they were not all doom and gloom.

Morgan wondered if they had confessed yet. Probably not since they had not told her, but she was hopeful that it would come soon. She had recently regained a small memory of her barely awake between her parents as they sat in front of the fireplace and she was eager to recapture that. She wanted her parents back. Both of them.

"Phew, I think I almost had you there," Morgan panted after an arduous sparring bout with her mother.

"Yes, you held your own remarkably," Lucina had barely broken a sweat though. Their skill may have been fairly similar, but her mother had much more stamina.

"So," Morgan took a swig of water, "You and father have been spending a lot of time together recently."

Lucina tensed up, "Y-yes. Is that a problem?"

"Nope! I'm glad actually. In fact, father and I were going to eat dinner together. Wanna come?"

"I wouldn't want to impose on a family matter."

"It's fine," Morgan reassured her mother that she could come to a family function. Her life was weird.

"I-if you say so."

Morgan–completely oblivious to her mother's awkwardness–proceeded to prepare for the coming dinner. If she played her cards right, maybe they'd be together sooner rather than later.

"You invited her to eat with us?"

"Yeah," Morgan chirped, "Do you not want her to eat with us?"

"I didn't say that, but I thought we were going to have a family meal?"

We still are, "We spent almost all day yesterday together, I don't see the problem in having her join us for dinner."

"You're not going to bail like you did last time, are you?"

"No…" Robin gave her an unconvinced look, "I promise! I, Morgan Elizabeth…whatever, hereby solemnly vow not to leave you and Lucina alone at dinner tonight."

"…Your middle name is Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, it came to me a few days ago," she wished she could remember her surname, but for that still eluded her. Still, she liked her middle name too. It seemed to remind her of her mother for some reason. Maybe she picked it.

"Huh, I like it."

"I would hope so, dad."

"Right, right, I'm just glad you remembered," Robin sighed, "Okay, since you promised, I'll trust you."

"Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The conversation that night was a bit more stilted than Morgan would have liked. Both of her parents seemed oddly stiff and cordial. That simply would not do.

"So, you two seem pretty close these days," Robin nearly spit up his water.

"We're friends," Robin shot out almost as soon as he caught his breath.

"That's certainly an improvement from a few weeks ago. Am I right?"

"I suppose," Lucina tried to cover as much of her face with her cup as possible.

"Well, I love it! We should do more stuff together. Or just you two. That works too."

"Excuse me," Lucina abruptly stood from the table, "I should go."

Morgan started to panic when Lucina left, "Dad! Aren't you going to go after her?"

"Why would I? If she wants to go, who am I to stop her?"

Because that's what people in love did! Instead, Morgan sighed and followed Lucina herself. "Wait up!" Morgan finally caught up to her mother, "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"Morgan, I do not understand your intentions," Lucina turned to face the younger girl, "Why are you so insistent that I spend time with your father? Why are you so curious as to my love life? Why are you encouraging Robin and I to spend so much time together? You seem to act as if I–" her eyes went wide, "No…no."

Seeing that she had apparently put two and two together, Morgan bashfully responded, "Hi, mom."

"Don't call me that! I-I can't be your mother, can I? How could I…I'm not even supposed to be here."

"M-Lucina!" Morgan reached out her hand to comfort her, but Lucina stepped back leaving Morgan looking hurt and confused.

"I-I'm sorry."

With that she ran away leaving behind a devastated Morgan so in shock that she did not notice the tear running down her cheek, "M-mom?"

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With a slight pop, the snow-haired man stretched after a long trip at sea. He was normally fine with sea voyages, but they had run into some rough weather forcing them into he cramped cabins for most of the trip. Three people in one small room was not exactly a recipe for rest and relaxation.

"Morgan, stop tormenting the locals," The man barely got done stretching before realizing that his daughter had already ran on ahead. Not that it was very surprising. Keeping her cooped up was like compressing a spring. Eventually that energy went somewhere.

"But look at all this cool stuff for sale!" Morgan waved animatedly at the stall she had been looking at.

"Hmm, I could go for a spot of shopping myself," The blue-haired woman mused to his side.

"Not you too, Lucina," Robin bemoaned partially out of fear of what she might buy if allowed to satiate her desire for "fashion." Even if her tastes had mellowed out a bit, it was still Lucina.

"I suppose you're right, Robin," Lucina conceded reluctantly, but not for the reason Robin had been so afraid of, "We are here on a mission after all."