"…I wonder if it’s a good or a bad thing I lost most of my memories. I mean, I guess it’s easier to talk to Chr- Father without knowing what happened. On the other hand…" His mind would be much clearer, and a path obvious.

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

Morgan paused, wondering if he should answer truthfully. It wasn’t something he could hide for long though even if he chose to lie.

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

"...I can understand that." It was only recently Morgan had left his real Mother's side, and even then, it wasn't like he'd completely abandoned her.

"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..?"

"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!"

"Well I get that girls can be attractive to some people, but it's not really something I pay attention to normally...That isn't to say I don't find some girls pretty but I don't focus on it usually.

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."

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

♠ - What are they afraid of?

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

❧ - They receive a bouquet of flowers, how do they react?

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

♪ - Are they musically inclined? 

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❄ -  Favourite season and why?

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❤ - Do they have a love interest?

✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?

♔ - Do they value loyalty?

♕ - Do they trust easily?

☠ - How do they react to death?

"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?"

"I’m sure they can. However, Panne chooses not to. So Yarne may be your best bet right now."

"Yes, that seema logical…But would he brave enough to take somebody else’s candy?"

"Well if he didn’t know it was yours then why not? Or what if he thought they were lost and forgotten and  brought them to Chrom or something as a lost item?"

"Hmm...Bringing it to Chrom is a likely idea. I doubt he'd eat something he didn't know who it belonged to - you know how cautious he is. He'd be scared it was poisoned."

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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."

"Worse! They are trying to drag me out in battle! But I cannot fight today, I…I…I’ve got ear cramps!"

"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?"