(You are Nohrian Royalty, tasked with leading the forces of Nohr in battle, more specifically your own small team who you've been with for a bit now, at the helm with you is your very own older sister, Camilla, an admittedly clingy sibling who takes pride in caring for you, Camilla usually helps you out with planning and tactics on the battlefield, she is a fairly hefty girl who has a chubby figure, the Wyvern she rides in battle is quite the trooper)

You're in the middle of planning for an upcoming campaign, Camilla somewhat absentmindedly begins patting your head while you both work, almost as if it's second nature

"Alright cutie~ we've been at this for a little while now haven't we? How about a break~?"