Focusing on the relationship between the little lions. I really pity Izlude - here I tried to represent the liminal state he's in, not a boy, not a man, not a warrior, and not a layman. Meliadoul is much more grounded and confident than her little brother, and accidentally belittles him because he's such a happy little spud, despite everything. Hope you like!

I'm uncertain whether to have Folmarv directly involved at this point or simply have the three main characters infer his actions by how they are and what they say. Which would you prefer?

One of my rare attempts at pairing-fic. Starts with grumpy-butt Folles being his usual depressing self and, well, rapidly goes down the slippery slope into character analysis, Folmarv's abuse and, well, some very, very dubious consent - so anyone who doesn't like that, you have been informed and may avoid this.

Basically a mix of headcanon and 'possible in the timeframe of the game'.