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I'm the one who should be saying that... [ it's kind of wearying to keep her arm up, as much as she likes the feeling when she's not too embarrassed to enjoy it. She lowers her hand slowly, breathing out even more so. ] I didn't think anyone would ever feel that way about me, and here you are...

[ He's a little disappointed when her touch leaves him, but ah well. He makes up for it by pushing a stray strand of hair or two from her forehead, then letting his hand slip the short distance into her hair. ]

Ha ha. If it weren't such a threat to my position, I'd have half a mind to survey all your friends and acquaintances on how dateable you are just to prove you wrong!

[ Just having his hand there feels incredibly nice, even as Noire peers at him to make sure he isn't being serious at all. He's laughing, so that's promising. But just to make sure... ]

Please don't. I still don't know what I'm even doing.

[ He'd totally do it if she weren't his girlfriend. Don't even doubt. ]

Oh, I won't. I don't need a small army of people thinking of dating you and liking the idea! Even if they didn't know you very well, you're more than pretty enough to pique interest.

That's-- [ would you stop making her blush!! ] I-I'm not the good-looking one here--!

[ ??? ]

Well, it certainly isn't me!

[ HE'S ADAMANT. ]

You're absolutely attractive, Noire! I could've told you that from the moment we met.

I don't remember how we met, though-- i-in your world, I mean.

... But Morgan, you're definitely handsome! I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it...

[ and she wouldn't be as red, either. ]

[ What a coincidence! He technically doesn't remember either. But he assumes he felt the same way the first time...?

He's visibly befuddled by her assessment, because he doesn't feel or act particularly handsome... but that must be how she feels about his remarks too, so he guesses they're even. ]

Well... heck. I'm flattered! If I have even half my father's looks, I guess I'm running strong.

[ ah, yes, there's the look. She knows befuddlement like an old friend. ]

Mm, you do... but you've got your own charm, too. I-I mean, your father certainly doesn't make my heart pound--

[ Noire, maybe you should stop talking. ]

Oh gods, I'd hope not! That would be a little awkward...

[ A LITTLE. Though Chrom is a heartthrob, no one can deny. His fingers circle idly in her hair as he thinks, running lightly over her scalp and doing nothing for the order of her look this morning. ]

But I'm glad that... whatever I'm doing is working. And for the record, your father doesn't make my heart pound like you do either, ha ha!

[ this is more valid a reassurance than it ought to be ]

[ A soft smile as her eyes close and she shifts a little like a cat in the middle of a satisfactory stretch. He may be messing up her bedhead even worse than usual, but it feels so nice that asking him to stop isn't even a consideration. ]

I think he'd be happy to hear that... he really did get a lot of attention from everyone.

[ She looks so content that his heart melts a little, and for a moment he forgets to speak as he takes her in. It really is a treat to see her so at ease. ]

... I'll have to tell him if I get a chance to see him, then. If that's not weird... it seems a little weird. [ it's totally weird. ] But it should be a natural conclusion if he knows I'm courting his daughter, heh.

[ At ease with a fever, things Noire would not have expected to come packed together. She's oblivious, of course, but she'll open her eyes soon enough. ]

Ah, speaking of... s-should I talk to your mother?

I don't see the harm in it! I'm not sure if there's much to discuss, though. I know Mother likes you just fine.

Does she...? [ well, now she just looks tentatively hopeful. ] I-I mean, she's been nothing but understanding and supportive, but most mothers would probably worry about who their children see--

[ He shakes his head. ]

There's nothing to worry about, I promise. And even if, by some unlikely twist of fate, she didn't approve... it wouldn't matter to me.

... [ Hold on, she's just going to stare at him.

It wouldn't matter to him? To the same Morgan who would have done anything for his mother? ]

I... don't think I would have ever imagined you'd say something like that.

[ The him of a few months ago would have agreed with her, but now the thought of clashing with his mother isn't nearly as impossible as it once was. His smile turns crooked, and his hand stills as he meets her stare. ]

Of course, I'd do everything I could to make her see things my way. Her opinion is important to me. But what's one opinion against all of you, Noire? My feelings wouldn't change.

Morgan...

[ admittedly, it's still difficult to wrap her mind around, and she might have the fever to blame for that, but she has to admit to a little awe. He's... definitely changed.

And because of that, she can be braver, something a tad more resolute entering her eyes. ]

I'll just have to make sure she approves completely, then.

I know you won't have an ounce of trouble.

[ Few people know his mother better than he does, after all. But he's grateful, and his smile evens back out. ]

Oh, but I just remembered! She did make one request in regards to the subject a long time ago.

A request? [ she's all ears--!! ]

Yep! ... Not to make her a grandmother just yet.

[ But that's easy. ]

Wh--

[ wow it is possible to choke on air. And there she goes, overheating again as she struggles to sit up. ]

I don't-- I wouldn't--!!

[ boy is that a reaction. He's a little bemused, a little amused, but he lets her sit up without fuss. ]

Her words, not mine! Besides, it was more of a general sentiment and not... er, y'know.

[ An insinuation... ]

R-right... I hadn't even thought about it, I... [ don't wobble, Noire. ] I mean, I understand why...

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