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╱ It’s genuinely devastating seeing such talented people who have so much muse and potential being completely ignored and getting little interactions and being dropped, which then leads them to lose that muse. Why? It just makes them feel unworthy, then -
"But," Inigo sighs for a moment, "You cannot have a better tomorrow without working on it now. Lucina needs her father more than ever. If not, then I might just steal the tasks."
The joking threat is followed by a teasing smile.
In due time.
With her identity revealed, her very first act was to throw herself headlong into my arms.
I found this to be indicative of that bond, and.. of her suffering.
For now, I take solace in her acclimating to what I swear will be a better tomorrow.
"Yes! You take the time to listen— that's what any maiden wants.
I believe you should ask her. She was...quite attached to you. And she is sure to be elated spending even a second with you."
Is that so?
I am far too preoccupied with the now to fret about the future, however..
Yes, I do find myself curious about the sort of Father I was to Lucina.
The warmth of a fire was always perfect! Inigo held out his heat up his frozen palms.
"Thank you aunt Robin!" He spoke with a smile. "But erm...we have a problem."
A large inhale.
"...We most likely should have done this inside. Now my back is frozen."
She is somewhat surprised by his quick work. Robin feels a tinge of guilt for slightly doubting him. This feeling is pushed aside in favor of a smile. "This should do. Let's not stay here long." Soon after leaving she prepares a humble campfire for the young prince. "Perfect!"