When he meets her, it's in a hostile environment and surrounded by Risen. She dances amongst them like a child playing deadly tag, ducking under weapons and slipping behind broken pillars to dissuade her pursuers, picking them off as they came closer.

There is uncanny familiarity with her, in the tilt of her head, in the smile on her face as she speaks to him, and her flippant discovery and acceptance of her amnesia.

Morgan. That is what she is called, or she recalls she is called, but there is no reason for him to doubt that. Her identity is her own, and he accepts it. She is sprightly and cheerful, but is careful in battle, shifting between the clumsy, inexperienced grip of the sword and the distant safety of tomes, and he is glad that she sticks close when he bid her to.

The gladness he feels is conflicted and it is only the urgency of imminent death that distracts him from the bob of dark hair, the familiar brown eyes and the Brand of Exalt unmistakable in one of them.

"Mother!"

When the Tear of Naga is retrieved and their party regroups, he escorts the young Morgan to his tactician, distinct in the throng of people, and similarly making her way toward him. It is a ritual that they check upon each other after each skirmish, unspoken and understood between them. At her side is a young boy, nearly identical to the girl he has retrieved, and introduced as Morgan too. The naming confusion is by far the least of his concerns. They are twins, fraternal but eerily alike when placed side-by-side. They emulate their mother strongly, from their bearing to their attire. More than just her, though, both Morgans are indomitable in their cheer, in the color of their hair, and all the more striking for their marking.

If not for Lucina, Chrom would never have thought to look so closely.

Chrom smiles at the new additions and it is difficult, so difficult, to meet Robin's eyes when the children rush off to meet the other time travelers. There is silence between them, uncomfortable because of what has occurred, and paradoxically comfortable because he isn't alone in this. She feels the same way as he. In some twisted way, he is grateful for that understanding, but wonders if that would be the cause of their undoing.

He makes the effort nonetheless. Robin is pale, her smile crooked and he wonders how much of that is reflected in his own visage. It is difficult to voice what he wants to say, to assure her, to speak of the twin elephants they aren't dancing around at this moment.

"Not now." She finally says when he finds the strength to clear his throat, sounding like she never wanted to talk about it. His eyes are drawn to her hands, wrung together and even now, still empty. He tears his eyes away from them, burned.

He doubts he will forget; the image is seared into his mind. He cannot stop thinking.

It is impossible, the conversation inescapable. But it could be postponed for later, he thinks, watching her glance around surreptitiously, at the hustle and bustle of camp. She's right. Not now. He nods and promises to meet Robin that night, and they mutually leave for other duties.

Chrom goes to inform his wife of his return.

Author's Notes: I write in a rambling, free-form method, so if you've gotten this far, thank you very much. I added the two Morgans too, since the concept of the yet-unreleased Future of Despair DLC having both combined with the idea of "what if the kids came back and changed too much that their parents don't get together" just meshed to have this.