Kiran watched the scene unfold, mostly from the sidelines, still cradling Fjorm in his arms. When the male Robin rushed to Lucina, his hand instinctively bolted to where he had kept his-<i>lucina’s</i>Lance, on his back, nearly dropping Fjorm in the process.<br/><br/>He had panicked, and the combining of his body and the other Kiran’s spirit had discombobulated him somewhat. He remembered two timelines at once, two lives, even the pain and agony of his other form’s death. All of it.<br/><br/>Including this other Lucina’s every curve and sensitive area. Her ‘weaknesses’. Her kinks. He realized that this Lucina wasn’t much different than his own, and now that was more true than ever. He listened intently to her ramblings, searching for anything that might side in Fjorm’s healing, when...<br/><br/>He reeled, nearly fainted. They would’ve- she would’ve- he...<br/><br/><i><b>His Lucina had been fucking pregnant?!</b></i>And she never told him...? He knew she was experiencing some sort of phenomenon before she had... but there was no way... Was there?! She’d never had him put on protection, but that didn’t mean... She’d always take a morning after pill, hadn’t she? Unless... Unless she hadn’t. He’d never seen her do it, after all, just been told so. He set Fjorm on the ground, then said to her, “If you’ll excuse me, Princesses, I’ll faint now...”<br/><br/>And he did so with both dignity and pizazz.