Something was coming, not that anyone knew. Or maybe not that anyone would believe him but Soren and his mercenaries. The sky rumbled ominously, but there was no thunder. Ike watched the line of clouds rolling in, harmless to most people...all they did for him was fill his gut with a sense of dread. He knew it was impossible to ignore everything around them, but he had hoped...perhaps selfishly that he could for a little longer. They didn't trust him, that was fine...he didn't honestly expect them to, but that wasn't important.
The wind started blowing, just a little. Signaling a coming storm, his eyes slid down lower to his son, who was rushing up towards the house he was sharing with Samus.
"...Father," Seig huffed, face pale and stricken with worry. To anyone who didn't know what the creeping dread of Medusa and Ganondorf was, it was just a simple storm. But it was more than that, the air seemed heavy with purpose.
"I know," Ike said, hand on his shoulder. "Stay with your mother, Seig....she'll need your help more than I will."
"What?" Seig huffed. "But...but father-"
"We'll get our chance," he promised with a faint smile. "But right now, your mother's safety is important." he said, as Titania and Soren came up on horses. Ever loyal, ever there when he needed them.
"Soren," Ike said. "You wouldn't happen to have any armor that fit me, would you?"