"So, you're Robin's daughter?" Sumia asked the young woman as she sat at lunch with her. Sumia had taken quite an interest in her. She had been trying to set Robin up for years, and this was a valuable resource. They did not know who her mother was, and the girl had amnesia, but Sumia was hoping to pull something from her regardless.

"Yep!" Morgan happily ate some of the presented bacon. She certainly had an appetite at least. Something Sumia filed away mentally.

"So, do you know anything else about yourself? Hobbies, interests, that kind of thing."

"Hmm," Morgan seemed to think really hard for a few seconds before regaining her happy demeanor, "Can't think of anything. Just that I want to be a master tactician like my dad."

"I see, but surely you have something outside of work."

"If there is, I don't remember it," Morgan shrugged, "But almost everything is pretty fuzzy."

"That's fair I guess," Sumia was admittedly a bit let down though. She kind of hoped that Lucina was her mother honestly. The queen had taken specifically to trying to set her and Robin up recently. She just thought they were such a cute couple, but they were being stubborn about it. So, she had hoped Morgan would have some traits from her.

"Woah! Bug!" Morgan suddenly stood and threw her fork. Sumia was a bit startled. Following the action, she looked to see Morgan's fork embedded in a wooden post. Looking closer, Sumia saw a bug impaled by the utensil making her brunette gape in awe.

"Haha! Take that, insect!"

Sumia blinked, "Um, not like bugs?"

Morgan shrugged, "Not particularly. Just saw something moving suddenly. I moved on reflex."

"I…see. That was pretty impressive."

"Oh, it wasn't all that special, was it?"

"I've never seen anyone throw a fork with such deadly precision. You must have practiced throwing to be that good."

"Hmm, maybe. I should go test it!" Morgan stood back up and ran off for the training grounds. This left Sumia to ponder this development. Whoever raised her seemed to make sure she trained, unless it was just her natural interest. Either way, it was not really Robin's style, but he did like to be prepared.

The queen sighed. It was just not a lot for her to work off of.


"Cynthia?" Lucina asked as her sister drug into their shared tent, "How did the scouting go?"

"Weirdly," Cynthia face planted on the cot. After a moment, Cynthia rolled over, "You know Morgan?"

"Yes," Lucina's expression grew serious at the mention of the mysterious stranger, "Did she do anything suspicious?"

"Well, it was certainly odd. You know how cheerful she usually is?" Lucina nodded, "That went out the window after the mission started. She went into some weird drill sergeant mode, yet managed to stay almost eerily cheery. She even had a list of what order we would start eating each other should supplies run out. Even Nah thought that was going a bit far."

"That is certainly extreme," Lucina resisted the urge to ask what the order was.

"Ugh, and she was drilling survival details into our heads. Covering our tracks even in friendly territory."

"Well, that's reasonable. You never know when someone could be tracking you."

"She wouldn't let us talk at all hardly."

"It was a scouting mission," Lucina reasoned.

"And she nearly took Inigo's head off. He didn't even do anything but walk up behind her."

"You should never sneak up on someone during a mission."

Cynthia raised a brow, "You don't seem to find it all that strange."

"It's a bit more than I would think needed at times, and I'm surprised that she's so serious about her battle readiness, but I can't say I disagree with the sentiment."

"Huh, come to think of it, it did kinda feel like serving with a weirder and oddly more strict you."

"I do not care for your tone," Lucina warned, making her sister giggle. "Just…go to sleep, and keep any such thoughts to yourself."


"Ha! Ha! Take that! And that!" Morgan yelled as she threw some throwing knives at a nearby stump. They each hit their marks nearly perfectly. She was not sure how, but the only time she missed was when she thought too hard about it. It mesmerized her really.

"Am I interrupting your 'duel' with the stump?"

Morgan stopped mid throw and turned to face the newcomer, "Nah, just practicing my throwing."

Lucina inspected her work, "You're quite skilled it seems."

"Aw, thanks. You throw? Few people seem to."

"I dabble. I find it's good to have emergency options." Lucina picked up one of the knives and felt its weight and balance before throwing it with pinpoint accuracy at her target.

"Woah! I thought you said you just dabbled?"

"I do. I don't spend as much time on this as I do the sword. Normally it would have gone deeper, but I am a bit out of practice."

"Wow, impressive," Morgan offered her hand, "I'm Morgan."

Lucina looked at the hand, "I know your name."

"Yeah, but we haven't really talked much at all since I joined."

"I suppose not. Truth be told, I find you extremely suspicious."

"Can't really blame you for that," Morgan threw another knife, "I guess being able to hit a fly with a fork doesn't really make me look that great either."

Lucina felt the weight of another blade, "I wouldn't disparage someone for survival skills. I'm sure it would be a great peace of mind to your parents to know that you can take care of yourself. Stuff like finding food and water when you need it is a nice skill set to have. I should know."

Morgan looked at the older woman as she threw, "So, would you train your child like that?"

"Hmm," Lucina stopped to think, "I suppose I might. I could see myself being…protective. Even when I wasn't there, I would want to make sure any child of mine was capable."

"Huh, I guess you'd be a nice mom," Morgan looked back at the target and threw another knife.

"I'm not so sure about that myself," Lucina furrowed her brow, "I think I lack motherly qualities. I didn't have much to learn from growing up."

"Well, that's a bummer, but I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I would hope, but I doubt it will be relevant anytime soon. There's so little time for that sort of thing, and I don't think I have many prospects."

"Oh come on, surely you like at least one guy in the army."

"Er, well, there is one, but I don't think it could work out."

"You'll never know if you don't try," Morgan shrugged, and for a moment, Lucina wondered if she had a point, but that did not last long. She imagined Morgan would be less encouraging if she knew the man in question was her father.

"Let's just focus on the training."

"Alright," Morgan beamed and continued tossing knives with her unknowing mother.