[. . . she exhales a small sigh and shifts her hands from his shoulders to his neck, fingers toying with the fringe at his nape]

Look at you, managing to pull secrets out of me like you're picking apples from a tree. How irritating.

[she doesn't actually sound bothered by this, though]

Lucina knows who the rest of the Sirens are, so. . . [another exhale] Ugh. I'm no good at motivational speeches. But it wouldn't be fitting for any of us to give in at the eleventh hour.