[ olivia, meanwhile, was having something of a Crisis. this was not how she wanted her future daughter to meet her current lover, especially when he doesn't happen to be... her father. (or perhaps she should count that as a small mercy? would it have been more distressing if lucina had seen chrom half-naked instead????)

in any case, when achilles' voice rings out once more, audible even to the young woman standing beside her, all olivia can do is groan miserably, reaching up to clutch at the sides of her head.

lucina... dear, sweet daughter... please forgive her for being so utterly foolish. ]

Achilles — [ her voice is strained, words pushed out from behind her grit teeth, ] — I'm sorry. I ... panicked.

[ she turns to lucina then, meeting the girl's eyes for a look of her own apology. ]

My... daughter is here. [ how does she even begin to go about explaining? ] From the future. She's here as an adult, just — here.