[ She can't help but think that Chrom sounds like a wonderful lord—more than Fred's description, the fact that he is so clearly and utterly devoted to his lord speaks volumes about said lord's quality. Only truly great leaders inspire that kind of staunch loyalty, and she's really glad that Fred seems to have found such a worthy liege to follow.

Anyway, they are so fucking weird. ]

He sounds quite inspirational indeed! He must be so, to have such a devoted knight by his side.

[ As for her own lord—her expression brightens, and she suddenly stops chopping so that she can grip the knife in front of her and stare into the distance, a dreamy kind of look on her face. ]

Oh, yes! Our king, Alm. He rescued me from a rather dreadful situation in which I was held captive—in any case, the circumstances are not important, [ mostly because they make her look bad ] but I have fought by his side ever since. My lance is his.