"A game. ...Right." Chrom exhaled heavily. Who was he to balk at the bonding between a mother and child. ...Even if they were only, what, four years apart? This was all so strange. He turned slowly in place, looking for a spot to secure a foothold so he could start climbing out, when he heard a new voice chime in.

Were others moving in to join the gathering? Gods, this was embarrassing. He searched himself for the buckles and fastening of his crystal breastplate. It would be much easier to climb out without the bulk of his armor restricting his movements.