[ And finally, Lucina's in her armor ( different shades of blue from top to bottom ), edges worn and weathered from how long she's been wearing it, but the upkeep she does on them make them look like they've gone through much less than they actually have. It's her pride and joy, despite it first taking shape when she wanted to take after the great Hero King — now it's something of her own.

It's times like this when Lucina's painfully reminded she's more than a soldier, or a leader of a revolution. She's a princess, technically an exalt of her own, no matter how long it has been since she had a kingdom to rule. And while that hasn't changed here, she recognizes how she needs to carry herself. Polite, noble, kind, just like her father described Aunt Emmeryn to be, once upon a time.

But she isn't Emmeryn. The anger she feels on her father's behalf is difficult to ignore, as is the resentment ( the fact that she sees him in person makes the feelings resurface, all over again ). She has to remind herself, yet again, that this is a man that has made her mother happy when her family could not. Which means that she needs to at least be kind of Achilles, since he was to her.

As in: she has to lie. ] ... I understand that these are strange circumstances, but I appreciate your understanding. [ Her expression doesn't quite soften, not like it would in front of those she cares for, but it's polite. ] It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Achilles.

[ There's a brief pause, and then, much quieter, ] Thank you for taking care of mother, when I could not. It is good to hear that... she is loved.