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PSL: MoM Game End

The announcement came to everyone in the form of a dream. The goddesses they had fought against, apologizing that they could not fulfill their promise; the multiverse was too unstable to keep their little melting pot of realities as it was. The Porters would need to be closed, but to make it up to them, they would use the power they had to send them wherever they wanted: they could stay, go home, or go to another reality altogether.

It should have been an easy choice, but when Luke woke up that morning, he felt conflicted.

He should go home; he was the last of the Jedi, and he had an obligation to revive the Order. Besides, it seemed they would be able to remember what happened here; maybe he could keep himself from making the same mistakes this time. Yet when he thought about it, thought about how him and Leia never spoke anymore, how his own nephew hated him more than anything, how he had been betrayed and lied to endlessly, the thought of going home turned his stomach.

When he finally removed himself from his bed (crawling out from under Ace, who picked up he was sad and flopped on top of him to make him feel better), he dressed slowly, coming to a realization of what he wanted as he did so. His gaze fell to the window, staring out like he could see his destination even though it was no where in sight, before finally turning to the big dog.

"C'mon boy," he said softly, clipping on his leash, before quickly heading out the door.

It was a bit of a walk, though nothing he wasn't used to; yet Luke still felt out of breath when he finally made it to Lucina's place. He hesitated at her door, doubts and fears momentarily worming into his head, and it took Ace sitting down and whining softly before he finally quickly knocked on her door.

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Ace had, more or less, accepted the fact that this big lizard guy wasn't going to like it if he came near it. He remained where he was, tail thumping against the ground the only sign that he didn't like not being the only pet here.

Luke, meanwhile, continued to soothe the wyvern, coming around to rest by his injured side, kneeling down and pulling out a medical kit. He let out a huff as Luke started cleaning the wound, but otherwise didn't move.

"I think it's okay," Luke said after a moment. "He's pretty tired from flying with an injury. I don't think he has it in him to do anything."

When it's clear that Ace won't make any rash moves, Lucina slowly removes her hold on him and rises to her feet. Swallowing back on a fresh pulse of guilt mixed with pity, she straightens up and takes a few steps closer, but stops well from drawing too near the creature at rest.

She bows.

"I'm so sorry," she says. "My people and I were supposed to protect everyone. But because of us, the emblem...Grima's awakening..." She has to stop and swallow again, and gradually, she lifts herself back up, looking to the wyvern, quiet tiers brimming and trickling down her face unbothered.

"I know we failed you, and all the other creatures who depended on us. But maybe now that I'm here...somehow, I can atone.

"I don't know if it will mean anything to you now, but...there is a time elsewhere where we did stop it, and everyone can flourish. Maybe...there's still a chance to thrive here. I don't know."

The wyvern kept an eye on her as she apologized to him, almost looking unimpressed, before letting out a snort and rolling his head to the side, tucking it under a wing. Luke glanced up from where he was working, a faint smile coming to his face.

"Lucina, he doesn't seem to know who you are," he said. "But he thinks you're being too hard on yourself."

"Eh...?"

The reaction and interpretation leave her bewildered, blinking in her confusion as she looks from beast to boy and back again, her face growing gradually pinker out of embarrassment.

"I...I just thought...with the context, it'd...make sense, I suppose, I..."

The wyvern glanced at her again, letting out another snort, like he was trying to knock her over with his breath alone. Luke let out a faint chuckle as he tucked his head under his wing again, reaching over and patting him gently.

"Well, the 'being too hard on yourself' thing may be from me," he admitted, flashing her a bit of a smile.

That gets a little fluster out of her; Lucina hugs her arms to herself for a moment, going pinker, before unfolding her arms to hastily wipe at her face. She lets out a huffed, exasperated sound, true to form when faced with that smile of his.

"Th-that aside, then! Then..." She gestures to the wyvern. "What should we do? Is his injury dire?"

Luke grinned at her reaction, before turning his attention back to the wyvern, gently patting his side.

"I can clean it and patch it up, but it would be better if I could sew it closed," he explained. "But I don't think my needle will be able to pierce though his hide."

"Likely not," she agrees, softly frowning and looking back the way she'd come. "I can search the old stable houses and see if there's a chance any tinctures for the mounts remain. Perhaps there's something buried or stowed away in some of the panic areas."

"Okay," Luke said, patting the wyvern gently on his side, before standing. He intended to go with her to help, but the moment he stepped past him, his wing shifted, the claws at the joint hooking onto his shoulder. Luke stopped abruptly, looking over at the creature in surprise, and he shifted his head slightly, one eye peering at him, like he wasn't allowed to leave.

"Um... will you be okay by yourself?" Luke asked sheepishly.

"Will you?" she echoes, pointedly, her eyebrows lifting. Even with wyverns, Luke seems to be come quickly adopted...it'd be more endearing if she wasn't worried about him getting bitten in half.

Luke laughed softly, especially as the wyvern nudged against his leg, as if telling him to stay put.

"I'll be fine," he assured her. "Doesn't seem like I have much choice but to be fine."

So...Luke is a hostage now, is he? Lucina frowns, still dubious, but...she'd rather be on a wyvern's good side rather than not, all things considered. She nods, looking briefly to Ace.

"...Keep an eye on them, okay?" she murmurs, stepping back a pace to give Luke a lingering look before turning and vanishing down the pathway she'd come from. The walk is time to consider all that's been thrust in front of her in such a short span of time -- barely hours! Hours since they walked out of Heropa, out of that realm for good...and here.

She'd expected to find the Ylisse Owain had assured her of. That she'd see her parents again, along with all the rest. Either that, or...everything still as she'd fled from it, all fire and ash. But ashes have long since burned out or been kicked to the winds here, haven't they? How long has it been, truly? She walks out into the courtyard of her old home, wondering on this, reorienting herself for a bit before picking a direction, following a hunch to lead her to the old stable grounds.

It takes a while -- longer than she expected, longer than she'd want, but after some rummaging, she did manage to unearth a few things. She's grateful that at the very least, the sun is still up, though it is getting late by the time she returns with her findings.

"Forgive me," she calls, encumbered with more than just the hoped-for tinctures. She has an array of thick, leather belts and saddle hefted over one shoulder, and a banged-up wooden box under her other arm. "That...it took a while to find again...Are you all alright-?"

Ace let out a huff when she left, laying down on the ground with his head plopped in the grass. He was still in that spot when Lucina returned, though now he looked mournful over the changed in situation with Luke. He had been forced to sit down, and the wyvern had his head rested on his lap (which was where a dog head was supposed to be, according to Ace).

He glanced up at Lucina at her question, a sheepish grin on his face.

"So far," he replied. "Though if he falls asleep, I may be in trouble."

Poor Ace. He gets a couple head pats once Lucina can unload the weight of leathers off her shoulder, some recognition for the immense levels of restraint he's having to show in these trying times.

"Well, he'll need you to get up if we're to help," she states, setting the narrow box down and prying the lid off. Inside, laden with straw, is a series of small pink glass bottles and a couple rags hastily stuffed into a vacant spot at the edge.

"These tinctures are made by clerics, so there's healing magic infused in them. Dabbing a rag doused with it over his wound should help it close up much quicker than when left alone. And if we're lucky...we may not need to use all of them, and have something left for ourselves, should we need it."

Luke gently patted the wyvern's head as Lucina put down everything she was carrying, carefully moving to stand until the creature got the hint, reluctantly shifting his head over to the side. He stood then, brushing himself off as he headed over to her, peering down into the box curiously.

"Ohh... there's something like that where I'm from," he said. "Not magic, but works the same."

He brushed the side of his face where, if Lucina squinted, the barest hints of scars remained.

"Help me with this?" he asked, holding his hand out for one of the rags. "It should be alright; like I said, he understands that we're trying to help."

She makes a soft, affirmative noise, pulling the stopper of one of the bottles and tilting it upside down as she brings a rag to the lid.

"It shouldn't sting," she says, handing it to him. "That is...it never stung when I used it. More a tingle. So hopefully he won't be too offended..."

Luke nodded at that, turning back to the wyvern and approaching him with a lot more ease than before. He rested a hand on his flank, closing his eyes as he reached out to the creature, sending a feeling of calm and reassurance his way, before starting to work. The wyvern shifted as he pressed the rag to the wound, a faint grumbling noise escaping from the creature, but he otherwise didn't move, allowing Luke to work.

"There..." Luke murmured softly as he went. "It'll be okay."

Lucina lingers near with a bottle and second rag as needed, watching the exchange in a nervous, but awe-filled silence. Not an entire day has passed in this place, this world that he's a foreigner to, and already Luke's gained the trust of one of its fiercest denizens. He really is a remarkable sort of person.

"Does...he have a name to give?" she asks at length. Do wild wyverns give themselves names? she wonders, uncertain of the answer.

"I'm... not sure," he replied, his gaze turning distant as he worked, like he was looking beyond the visible world. "He's intelligent, but all I can see are images, memories. If he has a name, it's nothing I can pronounce."

He paused a moment, his gaze coming back into focus as he patted the creature's side.

"He's young I think; if I'm seeing things from his perspective right, anyway."

It was hard to tell, what with the wyvern hunched down and scared before, and now sprawled out on the ground, but it was definitely small for his species. Still big enough for someone like Luke or Lucina to ride, but likely not a knight in full armor.

Young... Some other wyvern's offspring...

Lucina's brow furrows as she wracks her brain, trying to remember what Gerome had taught her about the wyverns. How long did it take them to hatch? To breed? She truly can't recall, but she can't imagine a clutch hatching in the midst of an apocalypse! So then...

"Then this one...was born into this world after-the-fact," she murmurs. Which means others could be, too. And if wyverns...other creatures, too? It's not the most complete comfort, but even if all the people are gone, at least the animals could thrive?

Luke glanced up at her, smiling faintly.

"That's promising then," he said. "If creatures this tame can still thrive, then there must be humans around too."

He really had no idea how this world worked at all.

That's more than she's willing to hope for, though Lucina can't deny the way her chest tightens at the notion. Without responding, she hands off the second rag to him, staying off a small impulse to reach out and touch the black hide in front of her, instead busying her hands with the empty bottle in her possession.

"I can't imagine getting much further than here today," she says at length. "Perhaps I ought to find a suitable place to strike camp...what we have as far as means for a camp, anyway..."

"I agree," Luke replied, glancing up at the sky. In their time here, the sun had started to dip low in the sky; it was definitely a good idea for them to camp for the night, but... He paused, his gaze falling on the castle.

"Are you sure here is okay?"

She knows why he's asking, but she wishes he didn't ask at all. Lucina doesn't look over her shoulder to where his gaze has settled, instead more stubbornly keeping her eyes forward.

"It's practical," she replies. "We've not yet scoured the remains for anything else that could be of use. Leaving it now would be silly. And your friend here needs to rest, and I doubt he will if he seems fit to following you."

Luke was silent, though it was hard to miss the sympathetic look on his face. He finally nodded after a moment, standing up and moving to help, only to get the wyvern to snort in annoyance. He paused, smiling and resting a comforting hand on his head, before heading to Lucina's side.

"Well, let's see what we can find then," he offered.

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