[SCN: deep in the alleyways of nohr, a tall figure hidden in thin cloth carries something heavy in their arms, sprinting over roughened, cracked brick, and slamming the door behind them into a small building, tucked away in the corner]

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B-boss! BOSS!
You gotta see this!

??:
Eh? The hell’re you piping up for—

[as an old man looks on, they gently place down near a table… a girl, unconscious, face hidden in a thick robe]

??:
[sigh]
Kid, this is the third runaway you brought in this month.
You know we don’t have enough space for new recruits, right?

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Wait, hear me out this time!
Look at her fabric. It’s all high-quality stuff.
No holes or anything like that.

??:
That is, in fact, the sign of a rich kid, yeah.
What, you brought her here to mug before we toss her?

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No, she has nothing on her, even though I was first to scout tonight.
I don’t think she left home with anything, boss.
Might’ve gotten kicked out by some noble.

??:
So, we could get a gold reward for calling it out, eh.
Heard they give percentages of a nobleman’s wealth for that kind of crime…

[the old man pats the other thief on the back, walking forward]

??:
Kid, you’re a clever one fer’ your age.
Knew I had some reason to pay you extra.

?:
Thanks, boss.

??:
Honestly, if we were at war, you’d make a killing.
Tactical folks are a rarity these days, and yer’ a natural at it.

?:
Is this girl not a killing?

??:
Hey, we don’t know yet until we check.
Alright, let’s see if I can’t gleam any info off what she has—

[he tilts the girl’s head, showing it to the screen…]

??:
Oh no.

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B-boss?

??:
Ohhhhh no no no no no no no no.
How the hell–when the hell did this—

?:
Boss, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?

??:
Kid, this isn’t some girl!
This ain’t even a rich kid from around here!
T-this is…

[…revealing the face of Corrin, eyes slowly opening with bright red irises]

??:
This is royalty.


???:
LAVAAAAAAAAAAA!

[sudden cut to a fancy bed, as the grown-ass tall figure in question, Lavarid, is now face first on the ground with a blanket overtop, Corrin looking over while on the mattress]

LAVARID:
…Must you roll me out of bed like that?

CORRIN:
Yes! I’d been screaming in your ear for ten minutes now!

LAVARID:
You certainly could have fooled me, with how quiet you get.
Is this just “screaming” by your definition?

CORRIN:
H-hey! I’m being serious, rudie!
How the heck do you even sleep that hard? It must be so nice.

LAVARID:
Primarily, it’s because I don’t take several hundred naps every day.
Doing that tends to make one a light sleeper, wouldn’t you know.

CORRIN:
[pouting, under her breath] At least that means I get to practice on time.

LAVARID:
Yes, I suppose it does—
Wait. Is that today?

CORRIN:
At noon, in fact.
And, if you look at the sun you’re trying to hide from,
you’d notice that it’s pretty high up!

LAVARID:

You know what? Perhaps being a light sleeper would be best for me.

CORRIN:
I’ll take that as an apology.
C’mon, let’s go!


[the two are fully dressed, as they rush through the hallways of a castle, politely passing by maids and soldiers]

LAVARID:
Corrin, can I ask something?

CORRIN:
Sure! We still have a long walk to go, after all.
I swear, this fortress gets bigger every time we do this trip.

[a butler stops the two in their tracks to offer cups of tea; corrin immediately takes one, leaving lavarid to reluctantly take the other, thanking the butler profusely]

LAVARID:
How much… do you remember of when we first met?

CORRIN:
Wow, you actually want to talk about that stuff?
You’re usually not the one to reminisce that far back.

LAVARID:
My dreams keep invading me with the past.
Perhaps my subconscious is trying to make me confront it, for a change.

CORRIN:
Hmmmm. I suppose I could help jog your memory.
That was five or so years back, right?
I was trying to run away from home, and I took a nap in an alleyway.
And then, when I woke up, you were with this old man.
He seemed nice. He was nice to you too, wasn’t he?

[corrin casually walks right into a big soldier, bumping him aside; the two walk off without even acknowledging him, as he gets audibly angry at them]

LAVARID:
He was a man who gave me the essentials.
That’s about it, really.

CORRIN:
Woah, was he that bad?

LAVARID:
No, I suppose he wasn’t.
But at its core, he was the man who decided whether or not I had food or shelter.
He had too much power over me to feel anything personal.

CORRIN:
Sheesh. You make it sound like being out there was super scary.
Well, uh, he helped me get something to eat, then…
He must have told you to bring me home, I guess.

LAVARID:
Do you not remember?

CORRIN:
Not really. Must’ve fallen asleep for most of it.
Maybe it’s one of those amnesia episodes my brother keeps telling me about.

LAVARID:
How strange.
I can’t say I remember much about it, either.
Last part I recalled was us passing out near a forest.
Next I woke up, we were both here, and I was told to stay.

[corrin, having finished her tea, shoves her teacup in the direction of a nearby maid, who takes it immediately; lavarid, correctly understanding how rude that is, but not knowing what to do with theirs, hides it under their coat and hopes nobody notices]

CORRIN:
Maybe someone just picked us up, and they knew you were helping!

LAVARID:
How exactly does someone see a thief holding a princess and assume they’re helping?

CORRIN:
Well, you WERE, so obviously, they figured that part out!
How else did we get here?

LAVARID:
I… suppose I have no counter within my knowledge.

CORRIN:
Exactly, that means it must have been someone thinking you’re kind.
Really, you just need to stop being so pessimistic about all this.

LAVARID:
I like to think I venture far more into realism, thank you.
But yes, I suppose it’s possible that the one soldier with empathy in the entirety of Nohr happened to find us.

CORRIN:
Perfect, we’re in agreement!

LAVARID:
Corrin, what I just said was sarcasm—

????:
You’re late.

[they finally arrive at the training grounds, where Xander looks over the two, still on his horse]

CORRIN:
Brother!

XANDER:
I hope you didn’t take too long awaking, Corrin.

CORRIN:
Nope! It only took Flora ONE ice shocks to get me out of bed, this time!

XANDER:
I suppose that qualifies as an improvement.
You can confirm this, Lavarid?

LAVARID:
…I can.

XANDER:
Good. That does mean you’re getting better, sister.
Come, Leo is waiting. I expect a good sparring from you both.

[Xander leaves, as the other two slowly trail behind]

CORRIN:
Um, why did you say that like you woke me up?
You’re the one that got up late!

LAVARID:
I-I have my reasons.

CORRIN:
Reasons?
Ohhh, wait, is this one of those things you’ll cry over again?

LAVARID:
[already sweating profusely] Do not say that out loud, I am begging you.
Let’s just go, please.

CORRIN:
Oh! Okay, got it, no mentioning.