Severa glanced down at her younger sister, feeling a pang of guilt stab at her side. The mercenary mostly blamed herself, knowing that she had the authority to shut down Morgan's half thought out plan. She rubbed her sister's back with her thumb, thankful that she was able to keep her out of Tharja's clutches. The thought of being slightly slower sent chills down her spine as she could have easily been in the witch's mercy.
"Severa," Cordelia called. "did Tharja say something about changing your father back?"
"Umm, no, but she did seem protective over a certain tome."
"Good! Maybe if we could get our hands on it, we can find a way to change your father and sister back."
Severa nodded, feeling determination form in her.
"I don't seem much room for any tactics. Just a simple break in to her tent at night and get the tome discreetly." Robin suggested just before his eyes lit up, "but we do have the advantage of being covert."
"No!" Cordelia shut down, catching on to her husband's plan. "I'm not even entertaining the idea of sending you and Morgan in there alone with her."
"It'll be fine, mother!" Morgan spoke up, "you and Severa could wait outside her tent, so we won't be completely alone."
"The idea's still stupid," the mercenary cut in, siding with her mother.
The pegasus knight shifted her weight between her feet uncomfortably. "But what if I go in instead."
"No, I don't even want to risk either of you shrinking down." Robin countered, "I know it's dangerous, but if the slightest thing goes wrong, I won't hesitate to grab Morgan and leave."
Cordelia bit her lip, looking down at her miniature husband. "Fine."
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