Knowing that Corrin had such an honest and open relationship with her little sister was endearing. Schala's eyelids fell half way down as she pictured what such a wholesome moment between the two of them might have been like.

Her eyes almost close— until she felt the other girl's hand wrap warmly around her own, with a reassuring squeeze. Looking down at it, Schala's heart swam, but ached at the same time. Here was Corrin relating something so personal to her bare-bones truth of what she'd shared about Zeal. It felt... a bit wrong to omit so much, when the Nohrian was being so open. But— it was all she could bring herself to share, for now.

Instead, she kept her words focused somewhere she knew wouldn't be painful: "Janus," she offered, "his name is Janus. And I think that's very good advice." How well-rounded Corrins skills were, she thought, hearing all of that. And so many siblings! Quietly, she wondered, would she ever have the chance to hear Corrin play a song?

"I'll have to think of something we can share like that," you know— aside from living under the iron fist of an unfeeling shell of their former mother. "I'm afraid his only other friend these days is his cat," she joked, clearly happy to reminisce about such a scene.