Robin’s taste for sweets slowly comes to light as she becomes accustomed to the rich food of the palace. Chrom watches her face alight with pleasure at the sight of their dessert, grimly remembering how hungry and lean she looked when they first met, how happy she was for simply a stomach full of greasy, gamey bear meat. Palace life has softened her figure, filling Chrom with pride that he can provide a comfortable life for Robin, especially as her appetite has only continued to grow with her condition.

“You can have mine, love,” he says, nudging his own slice of cake towards his pregnant, beloved wife. Robin looks caught between joy and refusal, opening her mouth to reject the gesture, and he meets it with a smile that turns her to bashful, glowing acceptance of his indulgent affection.