[Confirmation of her being uninjured seems to ease a little bit of the stiffness adorning his shoulders. Lines gone less harsh, barely perceptible.]

That’s… kind of you, Lucina.

[Maybe he would like to, maybe he needs to, but that would be unravelling insecurities about himself that he’s not sure he wants to lay at anyone’s feet. He can barely contain them when they land upon his own.

And yet-]

I think I’m still trying to process what happened. Where we went wrong. Why we failed.