[If he were a bit more self-aware, he’d note that she sounds like him. “I’ll be fine”, when things probably aren’t fine. 70% of terrible space flu death is not a good thing, Lord or otherwise. Lucina!!

But he waits for her to undo the watch, and will gladly pocket it gingerly once he takes it. Connor nods, but his attention is obviously not very much focused on the watch itself, not quite yet.]

I think so. If not, I know a few who might be willing to help me.

[That is, if they’re not dying of space flu, too.]

…Walk with me for a moment, Lucina? If you don’t mind, please.