Game over!

And he’s going to stare back over the edge of his tome.

"Are you still with her? Mother, I mean."

”..yes. I have stayed with her the entire time. I refuse to let her be left alone.”

"I guess you're the better son then."

"I have been trying…so long to just get rid of all this pain. But it always finds its way back to me.’ She said, sobbing through it all. "…Just want my daddy back. Why did he have to go? It’s just not fair…then for them to even take mommy as well. I just - i have no family left!"

"I...Don't know exactly what I'd do if I'd lose Mother....O-Or anyone really. At the very least I'd be a wreck. But there are people who'd try and help me through it - a-at least, I hope there is. You must have people like that too. They're your family...I know you don't really know me, but if you don't have anyone, I could become that person..?"

"What’s wrong - are there risen nearby?!"

"Right, er, where do I start?" Morgan grabbed one of the taguel’s ears, ready to get to business. "Is there any particular bad area?"

"Everywhere, but not the tip." Naga help me and don’t allow him to touch there.

"That bad? Right, I'll be careful!"

    "Look, it’s amazing what a girl’s smile can do to you, Morgan. My main goal is to see their beautiful smiles… and of course, an attractive woman must be complimented. Morgan— would you like to accompany me and see how it’s done?"

Maybe I have been caught up in my studies a fair bit...Ok, I'll come along. Are you sure I won't just be in the way?"

"He helped fight in the Plegia war, Valmese war…so much peace came because of him. When the Grimleal war happened though, he talked it over with Chrom and stepped down. It was the one thing he didn’t want to go through after finding out his ties to Validar. While the Grimleal tried to take him…they never succeeded till after Grima fell. And yet…he still ended up dying."

Morgan had never had to deal with such a situation - or at least, he didn't remember having too - so he decided to act like his mother did when he was upset. He stroked the girl's hair, knowing that it would do nothing to bring her father back but at least she might not feel so alone. "You can go on - I don't mind. Let it all out."

☠ - How do they react to death?

"What’s wrong - are there risen nearby?!"

"Uh? Sure, I mean…I suppose it mustn’t be too different. Eh. Eheh. Yes, coming right away…" Yarne wanted to slap himself mentally, especially knowing how sensible his ears could be. This was going to get real awkward, real quick.

"Right, er, where do I start?" Morgan grabbed one of the taguel's ears, ready to get to business. "Is there any particular bad area?"

Gaius looked up from the pie sitting before him on the table. "Where did you leave it last?"

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Feel free to send in dark anons to break my muse! Don’t hold back at all. See what you can do to make them burst into tears or worse!

"What’s wrong - are there risen nearby?!"

Wait, he believed the ear cramps lie?! “Oh, uhm- Those are equally good ideas, yes-“

"I've not tried ear massages but it can't be too different to a backrub, right? Come a bit closer - you'll be fine for the battle soon enough."

"What’s wrong - are there risen nearby?!"

"Ear cramps? Maybe you should go see one of the clerics - I'm sure they'll sort it out in no time! Or maybe I could try to massage them?"

"…My father is the tactician to Chrom from another Outrealm. He’s dead…"

"Chrom's...Tactician?" Morgan could just imagine how painful it would be to lose his own parent, especially since from the sounds of it, the girl's father was an outrealm equivalent to his own mother...Not knowing how to comfort her properly, the boy just pulled the mourner into a hug.

And of course just as she had seemed to be getting better, now things were making her doubt that. “…I…just need dad.” But she’d never have him again.

"H-Hello? Do you need some help? Who's your dad?"