#exaltedeye

"I have been fine, thank you. I trust the same has been true for yourself?

Although, if I am to elaborate, I suppose I have been under a somewhat great deal of stress as of lately. By the looks of things, I’m beginning to suspect that not a single soul in this army has ever handled funds before. 

It was a quiet day in camp. There was no need to travel that day nor did enemies seem to lurk nearby. The tranquility was odd but Lissa was grateful for it after days of hard work. Despite all this, however, she couldn't seem to find any relaxation. Being alone was boring but most everyone had their own plans for the day and although her invitations were declined politely, she couldn't help feeling somewhat put off.

Frustrated, Lissa made her way across camp again looking for the victim to the last chance she would give her luck. Eventually she stumbled upon a familiar face, framed by hair of a familiar color: Lucina. Lissa knew her name, knew her relation to Chrom and to herself, but at that moment she realized she barely knew Lucina. Realizing the great opportunity to fix this predicament but still somewhat pessimistic as a result of this "curse of loneliness," she walked up solemnly to her future niece.

Emmeryn hummed tunelessly as she ran the brush through Lucina's long hair, over and over until it was soft and shiny. The young royal fidgeted in front of her every now and then, which was understandable - they had been at this for a while. But there was something so calming about this. Though Emmeryn's memories were still largely a blank slate, she could at least make guesses about the past. Maybe she used to do this for Lissa, after the early loss of their parents.

At last Emmeryn put the brush aside and began fastening Lucina's hair into a single braid. "So...soft..." she mumbled, smiling tenderly.

When the braid was finished Emmeryn tied it with a little ribbon and placed a mirror in Lucina's lap. "Y-You...like?"

"Oh? Well I suppose that’s good. I’m happy to hear that."

Yarne nodded