[Eirika tried not to think too much or too hard about him holding her hand. Not because she needed to hold his. She didn't. For she was the one who found that she could survive plenty without him. Missing him was not the same as being in need of having him. At least, that was what she wanted to say. The relationship was a convenient one, not a compulsive one.

When she heard him, she didn't reply immediately. Had she accomplished a lot? She... guessed. Accomplished retaking Renais's throne with Ephraim at her side. Accomplished at locating the sacred relics of their line. Accomplished at unlocking the entryway to obtaining the Sacred Stone.

And accomplished equally having that stone broken. They were down to one.]

More waits for me. Even with Renais back under the hands of my brother, who was hailed in glory with his coming days as king, it means nothing with what looms over Magvel. Nothing if he and I cannot restore the continent, or...

[Eirika trailed off, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Eyebrows knit together, Eirika was obsessed with the very concept. She had to discover a way to save Lyon. And she doubted she'd sleep until she did, for how could one rest with that hanging over her?]