It was important that one knew how to lie convincingly. Lucina, fortunately, had honed that skill rather nicely.

Lucina's ability to string up a convincing tale was something that had most definitely saved her life on a number of occasions. Yes, the pain had never stopped, but the pain meant she was alive. Pain meant she would survive another minute. Another hour. Another day. Another year. Another decade before she was finally able to escape. 

And escaping had been euphoric.

Jasna sat down on the edge of the bed as Lucina brushed her hair. She fiddled with a doll in her hand, smiling slightly. "Lucina?"

Lucina hummed, "Yes, darling?"

"Before you came here, did you live with Eirlys?"

"Of course." Lucina set the brush down and started braiding Jasna's hair.

"Is it true that she lives in a palace on the moon? That's what Daddy always told me."

"Well, your father is a very wise man."

Jasna wiggled a little, "What's the palace like?"

"Oh, it's a beautiful place. As white as a dove and brilliant as a diamond."

"And Eirlys? Does she really look like the statues? She always looks so sad when people paint her." Jasna's shoulders slumped, "Is she really that sad?"

"She's not sad."

Jasna sighed, "Good." She glanced back towards Lucina, "Is Eirlys really your mommy?"

Lucina nodded, "She's a lovely mother."

"Why'd you leave then?"

"I was needed here. People needed help."

"And all your friends?"

"They're here to help as well."

"Wow. You guys are nice."

"Thank you, darling." Lucina tied the end of Jasna's braid and kissed the top of her head, "Go play."

Jasna grinned and ran off, "Bye-bye!"

"Goodbye." Lucina watched her leave with a soft smile.