night had long ago greeted the shepherds. normally, lucina would have been asleep ( or at least trying to ) ; after all, discipline &&. strength came from a good night’s rest ( she should sleep while she still could at least semi-peacefully ). she had been asleep, until it was interrupted by grima’s voice howling over her, &&. she had awoken in a cold sweat. lucina was lucky she didn’t talk in her sleep, or else she would have woken the whole camp with the sound of her shrieking.
she didn’t want to bother her father with this. &&. she certainly didn’t want to remind her sibling or her friends of what their home became. instead, she went to her mother ; perhaps seeing her mother would help ease the worry. perhaps it would help instill the love &&. trust that her father was so confident in.
“ mother ... ? ” lucina whispered softly, approaching her figure across camp. “ mother, are you awake ? ”