[ the unfortunate thing about empathy is this: even with all of the emotions on full display, the empath is still only granted a portion of the full picture. and so without any context, without any meaning, olivia is really only left to guess at the reactions... and fill in the blanks on her own.
and so when lucina admits to being homesick, she understands. that guilt and that loneliness — olivia had felt it too, for that very reason, and so it doesn't strike her as something odd, something untrue.
she smiles at the young woman before her, leaning toward to press a delicate kiss above her brow. it had been a reflex, really — a remnant of a memory she had indulged in when she was queen of ylisse, and a mother to two children.
rather shyly, she pulls back, cheeks bright red. it must seem weird... to be mothered now by someone only a few years older than her. olivia will have to be careful to toe that very delicate line. ]
...It will be alright, Lucina. I promise you'll see it again one day.
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and so when lucina admits to being homesick, she understands. that guilt and that loneliness — olivia had felt it too, for that very reason, and so it doesn't strike her as something odd, something untrue.
she smiles at the young woman before her, leaning toward to press a delicate kiss above her brow. it had been a reflex, really — a remnant of a memory she had indulged in when she was queen of ylisse, and a mother to two children.
rather shyly, she pulls back, cheeks bright red. it must seem weird... to be mothered now by someone only a few years older than her. olivia will have to be careful to toe that very delicate line. ]
...It will be alright, Lucina. I promise you'll see it again one day.