*There has been so much tragedy lately. I want to offer my condolences, thoughts, and prayers to those affected. The west by fires, Texas and Florida (along with the islands around) by the hurricanes, and Mexico from the 8.1 magnitude earthquake that struck. I cannot imagine what you are going through. To my readers, I hope you all are safe. I wish I could do more to help...

Music is Dewdrops at Dawn Extended: Final Fantasy XV OST. Just a little something to commemorate all the help that has been shared during these moments.*

Where were they? Everyone was helping others around the city that had been devastated by a previous battle... which they had been a part of. Chrom had made an order for everyone to help, and they would not leave until they had done their part. This city had wanted to part of this war, but here it was, in shambles. But she could not find her husband and son. If everyone was going to help, so were they, and it sort of disappointed her to not see them in the midst of those aiding the hurt or affected.

"Do it again! Do it again!" she heard a child giggle at a distance. But this child's wasn't the only giggle she heard. Following the voices, she turned a corner, shielding her eyes from the dawn's early light coming from over the rubble. When she could finally see, she saw them with a myriad of children, their faces full of wonder and smiles.

"Okay, but this time, do you wanna see something different? Like a different animal?" she heard Morgan ask, his red hair a mess from the fight.

"We don't care! Just show us another one!"

"Comin' right up," her husband grinned. She watched as he clapped his hands together then expanded them, various colors of light visible. Her son then did the same, the two of them concentrating hard until the shape of lights formed into-

"Puppies!" a little girl gasped, pointing at them. Ricken and Morgan moved theirs hands, making the magical puppies play and run around each other. Ricken then moved one hand away and cast a small white light, this one taking shape into a kitten, making it join with the puppies as they played. As Robin watched, she could see that they were getting tired. It was no mystery magic took a great deal out of a person physically and mentally, and even after the fight they had just had, here Ricken and Morgan were, playing with children who had lost almost everything.

"Aww, look at the little kitten! I'm so glad they get along so well!" another little girl beamed. "My kitty-" she stopped, then looked down, her lip quivering. At this Ricken dissipated the puppies he had conjured, Morgan as well, and reached in his knapsack, withdrawing a glass container with a lid. Morgan and Robin watched Ricken, confused as to what he was doing as he brought the ethereal kitten to his lips and gave it a tender kiss, whispering something to it as it turned into a wisp and entered the container, once again taking form of a kitten.

"Hey," he called to the girl as he knelt down in front of her. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, and the other children were trying to comfort her. "What's your name?"

"Olivia."

"Olivia, huh? Did you know that there is a woman with the people I fight for with that name?"

Olivia's eyes widened as she looked up at him. "Is... is she strong?"

"Mm-hm. She can dance really pretty, too. Gives us all courage. She and my wife are best friends, actually."

"She sounds really cool," little Olivia whispered. She then started crying again. "Maybe if I had been like her... my kitty..."

She started crying again, this time, Morgan reaching and taking hold of her hand. Ricken looked at the conjured kitten in the bottle, which gave him a nod.

"Olivia, look here."

The little girl with blonde hair, through her tears, looked at Ricken as he held the bottle up before her, the ethereal kitten letting out a meow.

"That's the kitty you made from magic," she gasped. "I thought you made it go away with the puppies."

Ricken shook his head. "This one is different. Do you know why?" Olivia shook her head. "I made it special."

"Special?" Olivia questioned, a small hiccup escaping from how hard she had been crying.

"Yup. See, I told it something. I told it to take care of you." Morgan released her hand as Ricken handed her the container. "I know it's not the same as the kitty you lost. I know that kitty was special to you, and nothing can replace it." He touched the lid and smiled at her. "But this kitty won't go away."

"It won't? Not like the other spells you did?" Olivia asked, eyeing the kitty with awe.

"Nope. You can even let it out. Play with it. It'll like your friends, too."

Olivia and the children gasped, all inching together to look at it.

"But... why? You don't know us. Why do something so nice?" a boy questioned.

Ricken smiled. "Well... it's times like these we all have to come together, don't you think? We all should be friends and do things for each other, no matter what. Even if we don't know who we're helping, it's important to help."

Morgan nodded. "That's right. If you see someone sad, try to cheer them up. If you can't, just be there. Right now, everyone here is sad. So, we want to help you. But it's not only us who should help." He put his hands on his knees and leaned over, eye-level with the kids. "What can you do to help?"

Olivia looked at the kitty then at her friends. "There were kids who were hurt that couldn't be here to see this! We should let them see the kitty!"

"Yeah!" a boy agreed, smiling brightly. "I bet that'll cheer them right up! Maybe even make them feel a little better!"

Morgan beamed. "Good job! You have a name for it yet?"

Olivia thought a moment. "Hmm... What's your names?"

"I'm Ricken. This is my son, Morgan."

The children were all confused. "Son? But... you look the same age."

"It's... hard to explain," Morgan laughed. "But yeah. This is my dad."

"What's your wife's name?" another boy asked Ricken. "I saw you two saving my dad during the fight."

"Robin."

Olivia thought even longer. "Your names kinda all end in an 'Ann' sound." She then looked at the kitty. "Ann! How about Ann?" The kitty purred and booped her head against the glass. Olivia held it tightly to her chest. "Come on, Ann! We've got some friends to cheer up!" She looked at her friends. "Let's go!"

They all ran off in the direction of the infirmary Lissa, Maribelle, Brady, and Libra were in charge of. When Ricken and Morgan turned to watch, they were surprised to see Robin standing there, wiping tears off her face.

"M-Mom?!" Morgan gasped, running to her once seeing her tears. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

She shook her head before throwing her arms around him, hugging him. She looked at Ricken and motioned for him to come over there, so he did (although staggering slightly, perhaps due to fatigue), where she hugged him along with her son. After a moment, she let them go, still trying to wipe away tears.

"Are you okay?" Morgan asked again, concerned.

"I'm fine, Morgan," she answered, sniffling. "What you two just did was really beautiful. I want you to know that." They shrugged. "No, don't do that. It really was. You taught those children something they'll remember the rest of their lives and hopefully pass along to others... that helping those in need, regardless of the situation, is what makes us... us." She glanced around. "I mean... look. Right now, a war is going on. All people see these days are bad things, but this... this is what being a human... what being us is truly about. Not the war. Not the fighting and the bad things. Coming together, as one... that's what's important."

Ricken and Morgan, in their humility, could only blush, making Robin giggle as she rustled their hair. She then bent over and picked up Ricken's dirty, torn mage hat.

"Looks like I'll have to mend this later. By the way. Ricken?"

"Hmm?"

"How long is the life of that kitty?"

Ricken took the hat from her. "It's just as I told her. It won't go away."

"No way," Morgan breathed. "How did you do that, Dad? That's impressive magic."

"It's just a little something Henry taught me," Ricken replied effortlessly, brushing the dirt off his hat. He put his finger through a hole, making a face before realizing there was a massive tear toward the bottom where the bat connected to the brim.

"But don't conjured beings fade away after some time?" Robin asked. "That's what Henry told me, anyway."

Ricken shook his head. "Did you... did you two see when I kissed it and whispered to it?"

"I was wondering what that was about," Morgan addressed.

"Henry taught me... but only in special cases..." He stopped and staggered, Morgan and Robin catching onto him. "I'm fine. I just need to sit down a second, if that's okay."

They lowered him down, and he leaned back against a ruined building, tilting his head back as the morning sun basked his skin. They were all tired, for sure.

"You can conjure a being an give up a portion of your soul to it in order for it to stay," he finished.

"You what?" Robin breathed, shocked.

"Dad! You-"

He closed his eyes, waving his hand as if to wave away their concerns. "Relax. It was a small conjuring."

"Henry shouldn't be teaching you these things!" Robin fumed. "I should have a talk with him."

"Robin, shh..." Ricken whispered, taking her hand into his without opening his eyes. "I found the spell going through his books and asked him about it. He wasn't going to tell me, but I insisted. I figured a moment like this would come."

"There are going to be more places like this, Dad," Morgan chimed in, leaning toward his father, fear in his eyes. "You can do this every place we go to."

"Henry and I said we'd take turns," Ricken quietly spoke. "He had the last place. This one was mine."

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"A little, yeah. But... it's worth it to us, you know?"

Morgan held onto his dad's other hand. "You want to help... and you think this is how to do it."

"Kids... they're fragile. They need... they need..." His head slumped over onto Morgan's shoulder, but they weren't worried. They knew he was exhausted and chose to let him sleep.

"There you three are!" they heard Chrom from the side. They looked to see him walking towards them. "I've been-" He stopped when he saw that Ricken was unconscious, his head on Morgan's shoulder. Robin held up her hand: 5 minutes. Chrom shook his head and smiled, nodding, telling them to take all the time they needed.

Sounds of life rebuilding, the rise of the morning sun. The warmth of compassion. Robin gently put Ricken's hat on his head... it fit perfectly now. She leaned over and leaned her head on his shoulder, and Morgan leaned his head against his father's head. Despite their exhaustion, the decimation... it was a perfect dawn.