[ 'A marvelous manipulation of fate' — that's what it was for her as well, wasn't it? The thought softens her expression, watching Arlecchino as she continues to work. It never occurred to her that she'd meet a kindred spirit in a place like this — granted, she wasn't really aware of the existence of entire worlds outside of her own up until earlier today, so it's not like she had a ton of time to think about it — but it's ... nice. They don't need to know every detail of their triumph to know that the sentiment is shared.

So— ]

My congratulations to you, as well. [ From one success story to another. Lucina's smiling, should they meet eyes, before it drops back down to the tire. ] I'm certain your efforts played no small part in your victory — there's nothing 'simple' about the work of a diplomat, at least from what I've seen.

[ She has vague memories of her father always looking more exhausted after returning from court, compared to a full day of training. Which probably speaks a little more to who Chrom was as a person more than anything else, but she's also taken after him in that regard. ]