Sumia sighed as she finished up her patrol. She rarely went on them anymore, but she needed to clear her head so she took one of the less risky routes and did her thing.

Really, the queen just wanted to think. Robin's actions had affected them all. They all took it in different ways. Chrom was understandably bothered, and more than just losing a friend, they had lost their chief tactician in the midst of a war. It was a recipe for disaster.

Then there was Lucina. Sumia could not blame her for her grief. The thought of losing Chrom was almost too much to bear, but the state of their relationship could not have helped. Why they were estranged, Sumia could not say, but the fact Lucina now regretted it was beyond obvious.

With a sigh worthy of her redheaded friend, Sumia grabbed the reins and prepared to head back to camp when she noticed movement. With her trained eyes, she saw that it was a person in dark clothes. They did not seem to be in a hurry. If anything, they had the movements of someone confused. She could not see anyone else nearby, so, despite common sense that it could be a trap, she followed her husband's example.

Landing nearby, but not so close as to be overly threatening, Sumia nearly gasped at the sight. That coat was quite familiar.

"Robin?"

The figure looked up, but Sumia quickly realized they were far too short to be the tactician in question. He also had been wearing his grandmaster robes when he fell.

"You…you know Robin?" The voice, decidedly feminine, asked cautiously.

"Yes. A Robin at least."

This got the girl's attention, "Is he a brilliant tactician? Smartest man you know?"

"That sounds like him. How do you know him?"

"That's easy," The girl ran up and Sumia gasped as her hood fell revealing very familiar cerulean hair, "He's my father!"

"Your…father?" Sumia blinked. This girl might have been a few years younger than him, but she looked far too old to be his child. Unless maybe she was adopted, but when would he even have had time to do that?

"Yup! So where is he?" She looked up at her with big eyes so sincerely, "I haven't been able to find him anywhere!"

The queen was torn. On one hand, her story made no sense. On the other, she looked far too sincere to be lying.

"How about we get you back to camp. We can sort everything out there."

"Camp? Oh! Is Dad leading another campaign? Well, with him you're in good hands. I think he is the best tactician to ever live. Ever! I hope to be able to come close to his skill one day."

"So you wish to be a tactician?"

"Oh, yes! I want to be a tactician…tactician…ngh!" She clutched her head, "There…was something else there, I'm sure of it. Sorry, can't seem to remember."

Sumia gave an ironic smile, "Must run in the family. Both sides maybe. Anyway, how about your name? Can you remember that?"

"Oh, that's easy! I'm Morgan!"

"Well," Sumia found herself smiling, "I'm Sumia. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Huh…you seem nice. I like you."

"Thank you," The brunette giggled, but she was also concerned. If she was somehow telling the truth, she would be upset to say the least.

"Daughter?" Chrom barely maintained a whisper before looking into the tent where Morgan was sitting on a crate, "Look at her!"

"I know, but," Sumia floundered trying to find the words, "Look at her! She looks so much like him, and…that hair."

Chrom sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I get it. I miss him too, but saying he has a kid out of nowhere is a bit much."

Before Sumia could speak, Morgan walked up to them, "Hey, so, when I can I talk to my dad, Mr. Hero Hair?"

"Er, well, he's not…available right now."

"I guess he must be super busy."

"So, um, what about your mother?" Chrom tried asking to change the subject and get some more details.

"Oh, um, I…hmm," Morgan tried too hard to put on a serious thinking face, "Not sure. I can't…quite…remember. I know she was beautiful and dad loved her very much. Naturally, she'd have to be to win dad over. Oh, she was strong too. He would always call her his pri…pr…ngh."

"Easy there," Sumia put a hand on her shoulder, "No need to force it."

"Just stay put for a while," Chrom told her, "We'll come get you in a bit."

"Should we tell Lucina?" Sumia whispered as they left.

"I'm not sure she could take it. For the girl's safety, let's hold off on that. She shouldn't be back for a bit anyway."

"Lucina…" Morgan mulled the name over for a bit. It sounded…familiar. Very familiar, in fact. Painfully so. The bluenette clutched her head before her eyes shot open, "Mom!"

"What's going on around here?" Severa asked as murmurs spread through the camp.

"You didn't hear?" Yarne peaked out from behind a box.

"Not all of us have rabbit ears. Spill it."

"Queen Sumia brought back some stranger claiming to be Robin's daughter."

"From the future?" Severa hissed, "But that's impossible!" She looked to Laurent, "Right?"

"She did not come with us, and such a spell would be quite difficult to pull off."

Gerome growled, "I am certain she is an imposter, but I don't know how she could know to even attempt such a ruse."

"Pretty lousy story to emulate if you ask me," Inigo frowned, "She was kind of cute though. Ow!" Noire blushed and looked away after elbowing the boy.

"Let's focus here," Owain pulled them back to the topic at hand, "Let's not let her anywhere near Lucina in her current state. Let's also look to see if there is some way to interrogate her to see what she knows."

"A prudent idea," Laurent adjusted his glasses, "For a change."

"Let's hurry before…uh oh," Owain squeaked as Cynthia flew into camp.

"M-mother?" Lucina blinked as she looked into those big blue eyes which did undoubtedly remind her of her own. Shaking her head, she remembered to be angry, "What trickery is this?"

"Woah, Mom, calm down," Morgan put her hands up, "I'm sorry I forgot you, but it's no reason to shout. Okay, maybe it is, but I'm just happy I found you. No one's let me talk to Father, but at least you're here."

"Who even are you?"

Morgan looked a bit hurt at that, "I'm Morgan. You're daughter? Your precious little girl?"

"I…how? You weren't there…you didn't come with us. You couldn't have come with us, so where did you come from?"

"You're scaring me, Mom," Morgan removed her gloves and felt her mother's forehead, "You don't feel like you have a fever."

As she moved her hands back, Lucina grabbed her wrist, "That brand." Her voice faltered. There, on the back of her right hand was the brand of the exalt. Looking at the other, she saw Robin's brand. The bluenette gasped and stepped back, releasing the hand, "But…how?"

"Is that the brand?" Chrom asked as he arrived on the scene also having seen the mark.

"Oh no," Owain bemoaned as a crowd was gathering.

Lucina looked between her father and the young woman claiming to be her daughter, "It is."

"How is that possible?"

"I…I please excuse me," Lucina walked away quickly. Morgan went to follow, but Sumia stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and a soft shake of her head.

"I, uh," Cynthia walked up shyly, "I think we can explain a bit."

Chrom folded his arms, "I'm all ears."

Lucina found herself on a fallen tree trying to control her emotions. It was working so long as she was alone and distracting herself, but the moment she thought of that girl's face…she looked so much like him.

Shuffling in the brush had her on high alert though, not that she minded the distraction. That was, until it turned out to be her mother. Sitting back on the log in defeat, Lucina knew there was no point in running.

The queen said nothing at first, simply sitting down beside her. The silence was nearly deafening. Lucina found it unbearable.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about?" She finally broke the silence.

"Cynthia is my daughter," She looked to Lucina, "She explained everything. That makes you my daughter as well, doesn't it?"

"She told you we're sisters?"

"She didn't have to. I already suspected as much before this all came to light."

"Are you mad? That we hid it? It was my request, so please don't blame Cynthia."

"I'm not mad. Given your situation, I understand. Still, that means Morgan really is yours, isn't she?"

"She has the brand…both of them. She is the product of a Lucina and Robin it would seem."

"But isn't that good news? Doesn't it mean he's still alive?"

Lucina shook her head, "This world is different from my own, and I imagine hers is as well. While my parents may have been similar, I am not your daughter per say."

Sumia pulled her into a hug, "You may not be the same, but you're my daughter all the same. Surely Morgan deserves the same chance though."

"I… don't…I'm not sure I can give it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's my fault!" Lucina held in a sob as she clutched her knees, "I may not have held the lance, but…but it's my fault all the same."

"Lucina…what are you talking about?"

"I broke his heart," Lucina took a deep breath to control her emotions. Good leaders did not break down, she told herself, "I…I couldn't tell him about where I was from. I was…scared of how he would take it. I-I also felt I couldn't put him above the mission, and I felt guilty. He deserved so much better, but I knew how he was. I pushed him to do that.

"I-I killed the man I love. How could I ever pretend to be her mother after that?"

Sumia rubbed a circle on her daughter's back, "So that's why you've been so angry. You don't blame the Empire…you blame yourself."

"How can I not?"

"Oh, Lucina," Sumia pulled her into an even tighter hug, "You don't have to bottle this up. Plenty of people didn't notice how bad he had gotten."

"But I was his wife," Lucina sobbed, "I knew him better than anyone. His order at Steiger was tearing him apart."

Sumia did nothing but try to comfort her daughter as her emotions finally boiled to the top. There was not much to do. To some degree, she was right. She let her fear stop her from helping him. It was something she had to live with, but Sumia wanted her to know she did not have to live with it alone.

"S-sorry," Lucina pulled back, "That was improper of me."

"It's alright to cry, Lucina," Sumia wiped her daughter's tears away, "But now you have a choice to make. You let your fear and guilt impede you before. You can retreat away again, or you can try to get to know Morgan."

"I…I suppose you're right. She doesn't deserve to be left alone even if she deserves better than me."

"That's my girl," Sumia smiled fixing some of Lucina's hair, "Now, how about we go reintroduce you."

"Do you think she's mad?"

"I think she's confused, but she doesn't seem like the type to hold a grudge. Least of all against you."

"Alright," Lucina nodded, "I'll try."

"That's all I ask."

Lucina stood awkwardly in her tent as Sumia went to retrieve Morgan. Her daughter. It was so strange on her tongue. Where she came from was a mystery, but she was here, and her heritage was hard to deny.

She took a deep breath as she heard footsteps approaching. She patted down at the last minute for any remaining wrinkles before the tent flap opened up.

"Hello," Lucina greeted the young girl who watched her mother carefully, "I…was not in a very good state when we met. Perhaps, if you would permit, we could start over."

"Daw," Morgan wasted no time in pulling Lucina into another hug, "Don't worry about it." She looked up and smiled with a familiar determination in those blue eyes, "I'll make both of you proud. After all, I always wanted to be the first literally royal tactician, so I'm automatically the best at it."

This got a slight laugh from Lucina who patted her hair down, "I'm sure you are."

"You bet! In fact, I'm looking at the plans dad left. I think I can finish them."

Lucina smiled sadly, "Yes. Just…be careful. The weight of being a tactician hung harshly on him. Be careful it does not crush you."

"Don't worry. I have you to help me."

Lucina closed her eyes, "Yes, yes you do."