#knowthatilovedyou

“Nnngh!”

With a hiss, the Griffon Lord flinched and waved her hand, trying to cool down the sting in her finger. As she sucked the little blood that welled from the prick, she glared at the needle she was using to mend her sister’s dress. Even though she’d been sewing for years now, it was embarrassing to think of how often she’d still manage to prick her fingers trying to stitch something together. 

Yusra sighed as she tried to be a bit more delicate with her movements. Trying to rush through something like this never ended well anyway. She hoped to finish quickly so that she could move from the barracks before someone could see her doing this, but with Ceres sleeping in Yusra’s tent and her wanting to surprise her with an almost-good-as-new dress, there weren’t too many other places she wanted to hide out in that wouldn’t end in a bigger mess. Just a few more stitches and--

“OW!” 

Letting out a frustrated growl, she waved her sore fingers again. Just as she was about ready to toss everything across the room, she suddenly noticed she wasn’t alone. Looking up, she noticed the Exalt standing by the entrance of the room.

H-how long had she been standing there...?

“O-Oh…?” Emmeryn turned from the pond she was staring into to see a young woman standing behind her. The former Exalt couldn’t remember meeting her before, but she still offered her a smile. “I… Thank you… that’s very… kind… I didn’t look… lonely here… did I…?”

[x]

“Emm, can I ask you something that might sound strange?”

Given how much Ylisse had progressed since their father’s fall, it was easy to forget that the warm faces Chrom had received earlier that day used to be filled with scorn and mistrust. Perhaps not from the children even younger than Lissa; those who would not remember past atrocities. Their parents were another matter entirely.

“Do you think anybody regrets the way they looked at us years ago? The way they tried to hurt you?” A certain incident with airborne rocks made hiding the bitter edge to Chrom’s words harder. By no means was the previous exalt a saint, but neither were those who would punish a girl who had yet to hit her teenage years.

“Close my eyes?” she blinked then nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, waiting to be told to open her eyes. 

When she felt something within her eyes, she opened her eyes and blinked at the package. Birthday? She remembered something like that?

“I... Lady Emm...” she gave her a soft smile and held the package to her chest, being careful not to ruin the dress inside. 

Send me “✒” for a note from my muse to yours

To Lady Emmeryn

Sorry for leaving suddenly, but I promise that I’ll be back soon. Take care of yourself and the others. Maybe where I’m going, I could use what you taught me or bring back some herbs and other things that you might like when I come back.

Thank you again for teaching me about healing and whatnot. I enjoyed the lessons. And thank you for believing in me.

@know-that-i-loved-you

It had been a few weeks since the War Cleric had joined the Shepherds. Things still felt strange, no longer being surrounded by desert sands and the scorching heat, as well as seeing the Ylisseans as her allies rather than enemies. With the deal that her sister struck with the leader of the group, the sisters were supposed to be welcomed with open arms, but Ceres couldn’t help but feel terribly left out. It was difficult not to feel that way. Although she did agree with many of the things that the Shepherds believed in, the fact that she was still a follower of Grima was something that she was sure would further alienate her from the others. While she tried to keep her thoughts to herself in fear of upsetting her new allies, she had been doing her best to help them as much as she could.

While her skills in healing magic were limited, her potions and salves were what allowed her to take up the role as healer. There were few things she couldn’t fix with the potions that she made, and it was something that she was rather proud of. However her skills were put to the test once Emmeryn had been found. The last time Ceres had seen her was back in Plegia... on that fateful day when she had fallen. Needless to say it was a shock to learn the Exalt was still alive, but what made the discovery bittersweet was hearing that she had lost her memory and was speech-impaired. Although she hadn’t gotten the chance yet to see Emmeryn, Ceres spent much of her free time since hearing the news trying to make something that could help the Exalt. Anything to repay the unending kindness that she had shown her before...

                    “My mask...? I wear it due to blindness in my left eye. There’s the added benefit of masking my identity, but that wasn’t it’s original purpose. It’s helped to ease the stares I use to receive.”

          Her words come soft, littered with white lies. It was a miracle that she had gotten the chance to speak with the exalt. The longer she stayed around the shepherds, the more she began to understand their downfall. Trust should not be so easily given; even if she bared no ill intent.