"Its quiet now, Claude has negotiated peace with the other kingdoms and Edelgard seems happy to make peace with Rhea deposed. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself."
Byleth giggled to herself, sitting before her parents grave, bouncing a bundle in her arms
"I wish you could see them. I wish I could make it right. I know how you felt now I suppose."
"Byleth?" She turned to the top of the steps, seeing a small form approaching
"Mama it's dinner time!" Jeralt bellowed from the top step, now a few feet high and drowning in his father's old asymmetrical cloak
"Honey?" Claude called again, softer this time as he appeared behind the boy
"I'm fine." She smiled, rising to her feet, while small hands grasped at strands of her hair
"Now, who's hungry?"