#myrmxdon

   Taking the nearby cloth, Robin quickly dashed over to the burning pie and started to flap the fire out. Eyes widened and breathing heavy, he felt worry grow inside him. But soon enough, the flames died down, and there laid the sad tale of Lon'qu trying to bake a pie with him. The blackened dessert sat there on the table, smoke disappearing into the air, and Lon'qu just stared at their failed attempt. Robin let out a huff, glaring at him a bit.

Maribelle was turned away from her husband in the small bed, being quiet which was the new usual for Maribelle since the Risen and Grima had taken over the world.

Slowly, she pulled the drafty blanket over her small form, shivering slightly. 

She was skinnier than before, from lack of food and stress, and each day she worried over how her family would survive another day in this apocalyptic wasteland.

She thought of Chrom and the Shepherds... How everyday they were fighting. 

She thought of her husband, Lon'qu, and her body began to twitch as silent sobs wracked her body.

She had begged him so many times to stay with her and Brady, what if he fell during battle? Then she and Brady would be left alone, and by the gods, she loved the man, even if he was too stupid to see just how badly it would affect her should she lose him.

Her eyes looked down to her sleeping son, and she pulled her child to her, brushing her fingers through his hair as tears soaked her pillow.

She would die for Brady, she would die for Lon'qu... But she couldn't bear the thought of losing either of them.

She placed her lips on her small child's forehead, and her crying only worsened. 

Maribelle sauntered into the Mess Hall, parasol in her grip, twirling it as she walked straight and proud.

Her nose was high and with every step, her curls bounced, full of life.

Scanning the crowded Mess Hall, Maribelle did not find Lissa anywhere, and so she decided to take a seat on her own, waiting for the princess to show herself so the two could gab over tea and crumpets as usual.

Maribelle took her seat on a bench, sitting close to Gregor, who she politely nodded to as she made to put her dinner bib over her lap so as to not ruin her clothes.

A grunt from beside her made her look up in confusion, then frown as she saw the Feroxi swordsman, Lon'qu, quietly edge away from her, stiff as a board and red as a tomato.

... She didn't even realize she had sat next to him.

Tutting, Maribelle glowered at him for a moment before sighing.

It wasn't his fault he had a phobia of women.

"..." she turned to him, intending on letting him see that she wasn't all bad, and that women weren't oh so scary like he made them out to be.

"And how are you, Lon'qu," she said pointedly, letting it be known that she saw him trying to scoot away from her, even if he was trying his best to be silent and not draw attention to himself.