“Oh, Severa…” She reaches for her daughter, unsure if the touch will be accepted or even wanted. She has guessed that she must’ve been absent for much of her daughter’s life, and she knows, too, how hurt Severa had been at the thought that Cordelia had gone to fight for Chrom, and not her. She would not blame the girl for harboring such resentment towards her, too, for her closeness to the prince is no secret. And she doubts, too, that Morgan’s near-constant presence at her side has helped matters.
“I should have known that something like this might trouble you, after Cordelia told me about the conversation she had with you. I’m sorry.” She brushes Severa’s bangs aside and presses a light kiss to her forehead. “Tell me–what can I do? I love you so, so much, my darling daughter, and it pains me to know I have made you think otherwise.”