Exhausted, stricken, and past the limit, everyone collapses at some point. Victory may mask the buckled knees, but it does not cure the veiled wounds left to fester. Fortunately, what cannot be cured can still be treated. Strength once thought to be lost can be renewed with time. Most of all, faded souls can be restored with an extended hand, so long as one grasps towards it.

As the moon slowly set and a new day was about to dawn in the horizon, an eager little tactician woke up from her bed with a boundless amount of excitement and shouted in joy that Christmas had finally come. Meanwhile, Robin and Lucina peacefully slept in their bedroom unaware that today would bring an infinite amount of wondrous memories that the two would never forget.