Cordelia/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Cordelia's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Robin (M)

Cordelia	Support information:				File:Small portrait avatar m-default fe13.png Robin (M)
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Robin: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...
Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.
Robin: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?
Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.
Robin: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?
Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.
Robin: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.
Cordelia: Do not call me that!
Robin: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.
Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady Genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...
Robin: Oh...
Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...
Robin: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.
Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.
Robin: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.
Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.
Robin: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Robin! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.
Robin: You MADE one?
Cordelia: Er, yes?
Robin: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?
Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. Here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?
Robin: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!
Cordelia: I beg your pardon?
Robin: Oh, I... Sorry, I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's else I can do...
Cordelia: Heh, Robin, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!
Robin: Doing what? What wrong idea?
Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.
Robin: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?
Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?
Robin: Of course. Why not?
Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."
Robin: That's...so very sad.
Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided.
Robin: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Robin! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.
Robin: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!
Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.
Robin: Er, the afterlife?
Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?
Robin: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.
Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.
Robin: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?
Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of the new recruit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...
Robin: Cordelia...
Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.
Robin: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.
Cordelia: You do?
Robin: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.
Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your own.
Robin: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.
Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Robin. ...Th-thank you.

S Support

Robin: Cordelia, what are you doing?
Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!
Robin: From the top of this cliff?! You'll never see it again!
Cordelia: That's the idea. Seeing it only reminds me of my fallen comrades. If I'm ever going to be the knight they hoped I'd be, I have to let go of the past.
Robin: ...I daresay you're right.
Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!
Robin: Whoa, what a throw! That javelin sailed like the wind! You really are a geniu— Er, you are skilled at many things.
Cordelia: Oh, it's all right. I'm not going to get upset about that word anymore. And I promise not to collapse weeping into your arms ever again!
Robin: Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...
Cordelia: Robin, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!
Robin: Er, actually...
Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.
Robin: I know, but... Um... You were right.
Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Robin!
Robin: No...I'm not joking. In fact I've never been more serious. And to prove it...here.
Cordelia: Oh, heavens. It's... It's a ring.
Robin: Will you marry me, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Why, Robin... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I accept with all my heart!
Robin: Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!
Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!
Cordelia (Confession): Thank you. I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall love you above...all others...for the rest of my days.

Robin (F)

Cordelia	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar f-default fe13.png Robin (F)
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Robin: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...
Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.
Robin: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?
Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.
Robin: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?
Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.
Robin: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.
Cordelia: Do not call me that!
Robin: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.
Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...
Robin: Oh...
Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...
Robin: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.
Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.
Robin: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.
Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.
Robin: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Robin! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.
Robin: You MADE one?
Cordelia: Er, yes?
Robin: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?
Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?
Robin: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!
Cordelia: I beg your pardon?
Robin: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can do...
Cordelia: Heh, Robin, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!
Robin: Doing what? What wrong idea?
Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.
Robin: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?
Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?
Robin: Of course. Why not?
Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."
Robin: That's...so very sad.
Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...
Robin: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Robin! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.
Robin: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!
Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.
Robin: Eh, the afterlife?
Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?
Robin: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.
Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.
Robin: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?
Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new recruit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...
Robin: Cordelia...
Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.
Robin: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.
Cordelia: You do?
Robin: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.
Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your own.
Robin: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.
Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Robin. ...Th-thank you.

Frederick

Cordelia	Support information:				Frederick
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for, sir.
Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to—
Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
Frederick: ......
Cordelia: Frederick?
Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
Cordelia: Ph-Phila said that?!
Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a successor of your caliber.
Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong impression if they overhear such flattery.
Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo me...
Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!

B Support

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait, is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a spear.
Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort, and not a matter of luck.
Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to understand how skilled you really are.
Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new recruits understand this.
Cordelia: ......
Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...
Frederick: You are?
Cordelia: I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being me.
Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
Frederick: Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?

A Support

Cordelia: Frederick!
Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?
Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.
Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
Cordelia: You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.
Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?
Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.
Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day?) (Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?) (Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.
Frederick: Er, what?
Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse your invitation!
Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds—chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.
Frederick: I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liason. But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!

S Support

Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
Frederick: Didn't we do that already?
Cordelia: We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said anything!
Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi—
Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why, Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the picnic hamper.
Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next conversation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it takes.
Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
Cordelia: Absolutely!
Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
Cordelia: Goody!
Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating about the bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am in love with you.
Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree to surprise me!
Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.
Cordelia: Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out, I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.
Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?
Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another. It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
Frederick: You will?
Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will you make me the happiest woman in the world?
Frederick: I swear it, milady.

Virion

Cordelia	Support information:				Virion
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?
Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.
Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.
Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art, and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughout all of Ylisse!
Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See, the truth is... Um...
Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a plight. Mayha—
Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is awkward enough as it is...
Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have identified your trouble!
Cordelia: ...Go on.
Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and single minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw with all of your being, and wish to reform your character. ...Well? Has Virion once again struck the bull's-eye?
Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking. ...How did you know?
Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only attentive.
Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!
Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely overheard...
Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.
Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright approach.
Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless...
Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient advice!

B Support

Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice you seem troubled as of late...
Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?
Virion: Your fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased with worry... Our cares always find a way of rising to the surface, mmm? And your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.
Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.
Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her features.
Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And keep that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.
Virion: And whyever not?
Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes me feel like I've...lost.
Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition. But...dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?
Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.
Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu—
Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!
Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps sometime we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful face is ill served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!
Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!

A Support

Cordelia: Virion, well met.
Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set eyes upon your perfect visage.
Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick, as always... I was hoping we could talk.
Virion: My ears await the sounds of your gentle voice...
Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.
Virion: Oh?
Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum mood.
Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?
Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling... What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there are things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.
Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your cheeks!
Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?
Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!
Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your help.
Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of your love for me have finally taken root, blossoming in—
Cordelia: WRONG!

S Support

Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*
Virion: Ah, someone slept well!
Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind, sir?!
Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... ...Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.
Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.
Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well in your eyes.
Cordelia: And that would be interesting...why?
Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on milady's snowy cheek?
Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across every girl in camp.
Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble servant!
Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I see you sidling up to the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?
Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart... You DO love me!
Cordelia: ......
Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial? Mmm?
Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean... Argh! I don't know what I mean!
Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into his heart!
Cordelia: It's just that—
Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep hope that such a moment might arise.
Cordelia: A...ring?
Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you marry me?
Cordelia: I... Well, I...
Virion: I know that you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do. And on this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of your affections than I.
Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?
Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and sorrows. But finally I sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away from Chrom.
Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea that you were paying so close attention...
Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes that you will accept!
Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?
Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From now on we share them, as we share everything: together.

Vaike

Cordelia	Support information:				Vaike
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Vaike: Chrom! Hey, CHROOOOOOM! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Cordelia: Vaike.
Vaike: Ah HA! Found ya!
Cordelia: Do I look like Chrom, you oaf?! I wish you'd stop chasing him around.
Vaike: I ain't chasin' no one. We're archrivals! Our paths are destined to cross.
Cordelia: Destiny doesn't need your help, and Chrom doesn't need a rival. Stop bothering him. Let the man concentrate on winning this war.
Vaike: Bothering him?! He loves sparrin' with ol' Teach! Ain't turned me down yet.
Cordelia: That's because you corner him and refuse to go away until he agrees. Hear me, Vaike. If you hold any love for Chrom, you will let this go.
Vaike: Hmm... The Vaike is starting to think this ain't about Chrom at all—it's about YOU!
Cordelia: Oh, for the love of... Fine then. If it's a duel you want, I will accept your challenge.
Vaike: ...YOU? Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Cordelia: That's right. If you want to fight Chrom, you have go through me first.
Vaike: Oh, I get it—you think you can weaken me so I'll lose when I take on Chrom after? Hah! I could take the two of you with both hands tied behind my back! Let's go, sister!

B Support

Vaike: GYAAA! I almost had Chrom that time... I was so close!
Cordelia: No matter how often you lose, you never give up, do you? It's almost...admirable. But why do you insist on using an axe? Chrom has the advantage with his sword.
Vaike: Pshaw. I don't go in for that weapon-matchup mumbo jumbo. If I start thinkin' on the battlefield, I'm done for! I stick with what I know: instinct, brute strength, and the stupidity to keep fightin'!
Cordelia: Do you really want to beat Chrom?
Vaike: What do you think?!
Cordelia: I've been watching you fight. You have the ability and talent, no doubt. But it's obvious you never learned the basics. Too pigheaded, I'm guessing...
Vaike: Hey, who you calling a pig?! I wash all the time!
Cordelia: There are better ways to fight than swinging the axe wildly around your head. If you like, I can show you some techniques.
Vaike: You really think you can help me beat Chrom?
Cordelia: I can give you the tools. It's up to you to make them work.
Vaike: Well, I got nothin' to lose. Let's do it!
Cordelia: I should warn you, though... I don't go easy on my students.
Vaike: Well I should warn you: you ain't never had a student like the Vaike!

A Support

Cordelia: Phew. Let's take a breather.
Vaike: *Pant, pant* S-s-so soon...? B-but I can...keep...going...
Cordelia: Bold words...if we ignore the fact that you can barely gasp them out. Rest and recovery are important parts of training. So now, we rest.
Vaike: *Wheeze* Well, if...if you insist... I'll...just sit here...on the ground. Blistering bulls... I'm damn near dead...
Cordelia: I must say, Vaike, you've impressed me. I didn't expect you to learn so much in such a short period of time.
Vaike: Me either! I never had much patience for learnin' the basics... But you make it kinda fun. I'm pickin' up stuff I'd never learn alone. Hmm... I guess my way isn't always the best way after all.
Cordelia: Why, how very unlike the Vaike to recognize that.
Vaike: Takes a real man to admit when he's wrong! ...Or consider it, I guess.
Cordelia: In any case, I'm very pleased with your progress.
Vaike: There is one thing that's botherin' me, though...
Cordelia: What's that?
Vaike: Well, you know how me and Chrom are archrivals of destiny and fate? By teaching me, aren't you helpin' to take him down in a way?
Cordelia: By making you stronger, I help Chrom to grow strong as well. Only by being challenged can we hope to better ourselves.
Vaike: Hmm... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.
Cordelia: The Shepherds need everyone at their best, and that includes you. So your training is actually for the benefit of everyone.
Vaike: Gads! When it comes to usin' yer noggin, you could give Robin a run!
Cordelia: It's only because you never use your own head that we all seem so intelligent.
Vaike: Hey, now wait just one—
Cordelia: Looks like someone has his wind back! Shall we get back to work, then?
Vaike: Yes, ma'am!
Cordelia: Remember: this is REAL training. I won't be going easy on you.
Vaike: Gimme everything you got! The Vaike's gotta defeat Chrom!

S Support

Vaike: Har har, yes! Didja see that?! I won a round against Chrom! I mean, he won one, too, so I guess it's technically a draw. But still!
Cordelia: I did see—it was quite the spectacle. Both of you fought to your limits.
Vaike: The sword's not my first choice, but I SWORE I'd win one eventually! 'Sides, I reckon beatin' Chrom was the only way to cut through your heart's defenses...
Cordelia: ...What are you talking about?
Vaike: Maybe it's time you stop waitin' on Chrom. There're others just as worthy.
Cordelia: I...I have no idea what you are talking about! And furthermore—
Vaike: And when I say "worthy," I'm talkin' about the Vaike, natch! What say ya turn some'a that single-minded devotion my way?
Cordelia: B-but, I'm still not sure I properly understand...
Vaike: You've got passion, and I got passion! I'm thinkin' we can fan each other's fires and really set things ablaze! ...Here, I want ya to have this.
Cordelia: ...This is a ring. Vaike, are you...proposing?
Vaike: It's custom made, ya know? Had it crafted a while ago. I was hopin' I might knock Chrom outta your heart. And, well...I guess I'm still hoping. What do you say? I got a chance or what?
Cordelia: I, er... Well... What I want to say is... Yes, Vaike. Yes.
Vaike: Truly? You'll marry me?! Gods blow me down if this ain't the best day of the Vaike's whole life!
Cordelia: Well the Cordelia feels the exact same way, hee hee...

Stahl

Cordelia	Support information:				Stahl
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Hello, Stahl.
Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?
Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.
Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk songs, to boot!
Cordelia: It's been so long since last I played. When I saw this harp at the local market, I just couldn't resist.
Stahl: I remember how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put on an encore performance? It'd be huge for morale!
Cordelia: Oh, that court concert was a long time ago. I don't even remember the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in front of me.
Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!
Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.
Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined the royal orchestra.
Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's silly, I know.
Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.
Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarrassed... Er, oh, hey! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!
Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in anything. I'm going to have to step up my game if I ever hope to compete with that!

B Support

Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?
Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was— Um, is that a harp?
Stahl: Yep! Just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet music, too.
Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!
Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.
Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.
Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll practice until my eyes—
Cordelia: Well, it's...good to have a goal.
Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be as dedicated to things as you are, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Heh. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I think we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first few bars of this song...
Stahl: You have my undivided attention. ......
Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er, right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... ......
Stahl: Wow, you played that note so beautifully...
Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!
Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!
Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?
Stahl: Er, yes. Right. Sorry. Go ahead.
Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure my methods are...sound.
Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a perfectionist than I thought. This is going to be tough.

A Support

Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was supposed to teach you— ...Err, that song. Yes, the song you're playing...right now. Goodness, Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?
Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knew I had to practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...
Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.
Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment—even in the latrines!
Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is...quite dedicated. By the by, I've never heard that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it! Such a nice twist on an old classic.
Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.
Cordelia: How very astute of you.
Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.
Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I. Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?
Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!
Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a good thing.
Stahl: Muh?
Cordelia: Well, if you don't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort to acquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.
Stahl: Hmm... I suppose so.
Cordelia: And that persistence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more like you!
Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!
Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.
Stahl: It would be my honor!

S Support

Cordelia: Phew...
Stahl: That was wonderful.
Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played in exquisite harmony and every note was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!
Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me realize something... I think you and I should spend more time together.
Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...
Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning clear?
Cordelia: Stahl!
Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my love a secret any longer.
Cordelia: You...know about Chrom?
Stahl: Sure. Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was so full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so, right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.
Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?
Stahl: ...What?
Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.
Stahl: I...have?
Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I want to be able to know that joy each and every day!
Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the rest of your life!
Cordelia: Wonderful! But, er...EVERY morning?

Kellam

Cordelia	Support information:				Kellam
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: ...Good. It seems that I have gone undetected.
Kellam: Oh, hey, Cordelia. What are you doing?
Cordelia: K-Kellam?! How long have you been there? ...Gods, but it's impossible to do anything in secret with this guy hovering around.
Kellam: Sorry, did you say something? I didn't mean to interrupt your training.
Cordelia: Ah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's my fault I got caught.
Kellam: Practicing your stealth moves, eh? Are you planning some sort of covert op?
Cordelia: A good warrior should never neglect the chance to practice ALL her skills. You never know when they might come in handy.
Kellam: Wow, Cordelia. You're so dedicated.
Cordelia: Yes, but when it comes to stealth, you have us all beat.
Kellam: Yes, but I don't know if that counts. It's not like I practice or anything. People just seem to...overlook me.
Cordelia: Oh, come now. There must be SOMETHING special that you do!
Kellam: Not really. I just kind of stand here and fade into the background. Anyway, I'd better be on my way. Good luck with your training.
Cordelia: Kellam, wait! I wanted to talk more about— How does he DO that?! You'd think that armor would be a big clanking giveaway...

B Support

Cordelia: *Pant* O-okay, I think I did it...
Kellam: Hello, Cordelia. Are you practicing your stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Kellam, there you are! Listen, I think I've got the hang of this now. I just circled the whole camp without being spotted by anyone!
Kellam: Really? Oh, well done! That must have been hard.
Cordelia: But here's the thing: I made a count of everyone, and I never found you.
Kellam: That's because I was on guard duty patrolling the camp's perimeter.
Cordelia: What?! B-but I was sneaking AROUND the perimeter! I didn't see you anywhere! Are you sure you weren't taking a nap in one of the tents? I won't tell.
Kellam: No, I was on the perimeter. I even saw when you hid behind that raspberry bush.
Cordelia: Wait. You SAW me circling the camp? Then I didn't... Then I wasn't... Oh, blast it all!
Kellam: Aw, don't be glum. It's hard to be stealthy when you stand out as much as you do.
Cordelia: You think I stand out?
Kellam: Well, I mean, you're just so pretty, and you have that long hair, and—
Cordelia: That's it. I'm getting a haircut.
Kellam: Oh, no! Please don't do that!
Cordelia: I'm just joking, Kellam. Don't worry. But...thanks for the compliment.
Kellam: Oh, um... You're welcome.

A Support

Kellam: Hmm... I haven't seen Cordelia all day. I wonder if she's practicing her stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Correct!
Kellam: GYAAAH! How long have you been there?!
Cordelia: Yes! Nailed it! I finally managed to sneak up and catch you unawares! Gods, but that took forever.
Kellam: Congratulations!
Cordelia: Well, I still can't just disappear at will like you can.
Kellam: I find it helps to turn sideways. But sometimes I just stand there.
Cordelia: I'll never have that skill, no matter how much I practice.
Kellam: Why are you so worried about stealth? You have lots of other skills.
Cordelia: Oh, I have lots of skills, all right. But I haven't mastered any of them. I just wish there was ONE thing I could be better at than anyone else!
Kellam: Aw, I bet there is. Just let me think... Oh, I know! You're better at being able to do more things than anyone else!
Cordelia: That's...not quite what I had in mind.
Kellam: But it's an amazing skill! You learn new things nearly every day, right? That means you're the best at being average at everything!
Cordelia: Um...okay? I suppose that IS something to be proud of, huh?

S Support

Kellam: *Pant, pant* Okay. This time I won't blink for 17 minutes. Ready... Gwwwaaarrrrrrfff!
Cordelia: That's quite a workout, Kellam.
Kellam: My eyes! They burn! ...Oh! Hi, Cordelia. I'm practicing the exercises you used to see me.
Cordelia: I never expected that I'd be teaching them to you one day! But I kind of like it. It's fun to have a secret training partner.
Kellam: I think it's fun that someone actually talks to me. Which is why I went out and made you this ring.
Cordelia: Oh, Kellam, this is beautiful! Did you really craft this?
Kellam: Yep. It's probably not worth much, but there's only one like it in the whole world.
Cordelia: I didn't know you could make jewelry!
Kellam: Well, I can't really. But I tried my very best. It took a lot of trial and error, but...
Cordelia: You did all that for me?
Kellam: I...I really like you, Cordelia! More than anyone! Not to mention, you can actually see me. So, I got to thinking, and, um... Well, I'd really like you to accept this, and...you know, be my...
Cordelia: Oh, dear. Kellam, I'm so sorry. I don't know how to say this...
Kellam: Uh-oh.
Cordelia: Just kidding. YES! Yes, yes, and yes again! I accept your proposal!
Kellam: Oh, y-you do? Gosh, that's great! I kinda thought you'd turn me down.
Cordelia: Now why would I do that?
Kellam: Oh, you know. Because I'm kind of a wet leaf of lettuce...
Cordelia: You'll have to ditch that attitude if you want to be MY husband, mister!
Kellam: R-right! You got it!

Sumia

Cordelia	Support information:			Sumia
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Sumia: I'll be safe... I'll be dead... I'll be safe... I'll be dead...
Cordelia: Sumia, what are you doing?
Sumia: Oh, just seeing how I'll get on in the next battle.
Cordelia: ...By pulling petals off a flower?
Sumia: Yes. ...Why? Is that strange?
Cordelia: Well, no stranger than any other attempt to foretell the future, I suppose. I don't put much stock in horoscopes. Fate is what you make it, I always say.
Sumia: I wish I was strong as you, Cordelia.
Cordelia: How so?
Sumia: You have so much confidence in yourself you actually think you can control even fate. I'm just thrilled if I can walk through camp without tripping on a stool.
Cordelia: Our only limits are the ones we place on ourselves.
Sumia: But...
Cordelia: In fact, it's time you got rid of yours. First rule: no more flower fortunes.
Sumia: What?! But how will I—
Cordelia: Second rule: no questions! You don't need some weed to tell you what to do, Sumia. You control your own destiny. Trust me in this.
Sumia: Er, okay...

B Support

Cordelia: Well met, Sumia. How are you doing?
Sumia: Oh! H-hi, Cordelia! I'm great! Wonderful, actually! Thanks for asking!
Cordelia: ...What's the matter?
Sumia: The matter? Ha ha ha ha! Oh, you and your matter!
Cordelia: ...You're hiding something behind your back.
Sumia: Hm? Hiding something? Oh, no, I don't think so. I just like to streeeeeetch my arms like this... Ahhh...
Cordelia: You're doing flower fortunes again, aren't you?
Sumia: N-no! That's insane! You're talking like an insane person!
Cordelia: Then show me.
Sumia: Show you what? I don't have anythi—
Cordelia: SUMIA!
Sumia: Okay! Here! Take it!
Cordelia: You promised you'd stop this nonsense, remember?
Sumia: No, I didn't promise anything! You just ordered me to! You don't understand, Cordelia! I NEED my fortunes!
Cordelia: Why?
Sumia: Because they give me hope, and that inspires me to do my best...
Cordelia: But what if you get a bad fortune?
Sumia: Oh, I just keep trying until a good one pops up again!
Cordelia: *Sigh* Well...if they're that important to you...
Sumia: Oh, but they are! You'll see! I'll show you how much they help.
Cordelia: I still disapprove of such superstitious nonsense, but if you insist...
Sumia: Yay! Thanks, Cordelia! You won't regret it!

A Support

Cordelia: You've been looking strong and confident these past few days, Sumia.
Sumia: It's all because of my flower fortunes. I told you they helped!
Cordelia: Yes, I suppose I'm going to have to just accept them. Still, I wish I understood why they held such sway over you.
Sumia: Remember when you said I had to stop? Well, I did—for a bit, at least. But the whole time, I felt confused and...adrift.
Cordelia: Why?
Sumia: Do you know how scary it is to go through life without knowing what'll happen next?
Cordelia: Er, actually, that's pretty much the human condition.
Sumia: Not if you use fortunes!
Cordelia: You know fortunes are random, right? They have zero basis in fact.
Sumia: You're missing the point! They don't have to be right!
Cordelia: They don't?
Sumia: If the fortune is good, you work hard to keep things the same so it won't change. And if it's a bad fortune, then you work hard to change things so you can avoid it! Either way, you end up working to make the future how you want it.
Cordelia: That is...the most sensible nonsense I have ever heard.
Sumia: The fortunes motivate me to keep doing my very best!
Cordelia: Hmm... I think I see now. I saw fortune-telling as a way to avoid taking responsibility for your future. But the way you use it is the exact opposite...
Sumia: Exactly! The funny thing is, I never even realized it until you made me quit. So even if your advice was completely terrible, it was still useful in the end!
Cordelia: Er, you're welcome. ...I think. The important thing is that you have your confidence back. As for me, I'll stick with making my own future.
Sumia: Oh yeah? I've got another flower here... Wanna hear how that future will turn out?

Lon'qu

Cordelia	Support information:				Lon'qu
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Lon'qu, we're about to hold the war council. It's time to return to camp.
Lon'qu: Very well. ...Er, may I ask you something?
Cordelia: Of course.
Lon'qu: Why did you come to my assistance in our most recent battle?
Cordelia: Well, you were beset by foes and looked as if you needed the help.
Lon'qu: I see. You are not wrong in this. I would like to settle the debt quickly. Is there anything you need?
Cordelia: It's hardly a debt, Lon'qu. We're on the same side. But I can see you're serious, so let me see... I'd love to get some fencing lessons, but I suppose that's not possible. I mean, what with your crippling phobia of standing near women.
Lon'qu: Er...
Cordelia: By the way, does this phobia mean you can't help me on the battlefield, either?
Lon'qu: No. In the heat of battle, I am able to overcome my...inclinations.
Cordelia: Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to think you'd stand there while some brigand ran me through.
Lon'qu: If you ever require assistance, you need only say the word.
Cordelia: I'll keep that in mind!

B Support

Lon'qu: What has happened to my oaken practice sword?
Cordelia: Oh, I replaced the blade. The old one had a split in it.
Lon'qu: How diligent of you.
Cordelia: No one had checked the training equipment since the start of this campaign. I took it upon myself to sort though the wooden blades, shields, and dummies.
Lon'qu: I see.
Cordelia: Er, Lon'qu? Did you know that sweat is pouring down your face?
Lon'qu: Yes, of course. I was just finishing my leg-strengthening drills.
Cordelia: Well, it's good timing, because I have a fresh pile of towels from the laundry. I'll leave one here for you.
Lon'qu: ......
Cordelia: Right then! To the sound of thunderous gratitude, I'll go and prepare supper. You like cabbage stew, don't you?
Lon'qu: It is my favorite dish. Are you the one who keeps preparing it at every meal?
Cordelia: Oh, so you DID notice! Yes, that's me. I like to keep morale up by serving little treats now and then. Anyway, see you at supper!
Lon'qu: You help people even when they don't know it? ...Wait. Let someone else cook tonight. It's time for your first fencing lesson.
Cordelia: Er, but what about the whole pathological fear of women thing?
Lon'qu: I shall instruct you from a distance. Now tell me what you wish to learn.
Cordelia: Why, that's downright gentlemanly of you.

A Support

Cordelia: Hmm? Someone tidied up all the practice equipment. Also, the laundry's been brought in, and supper is on the boil. What manner of witchcraft is this?!
Lon'qu: I did these things.
Cordelia: You?!
Lon'qu: Yes. I discovered a problem during our fencing lesson. You are too worried about everything else going on in this camp. This means you are incapable of the proper focus required for fencing. I have removed the distractions so that you might concentrate properly.
Cordelia: Oh, er. Right. I see.
Lon'qu: Ungh...
Cordelia: Lon'qu? What's happening? What are you doing? You just went pale!
Lon'qu: I am steeling myself for our next session. It is a complicated procedure that cannot be shouted from a distance. I must...approach you...and hold your arm...to show you how...to perform the action...
Cordelia: Gracious, Lon'qu! If it's so stressful, we can skip the lesson.
Lon'qu: N-no! I owe you...a debt... Just...watch well. I don't want...to do this again.
Cordelia: You have my undivided attention!

S Support

Cordelia: Hi-yah! Gwaah!
Lon'qu: Interesting. You adapted my moves and wrought them into something new. The result is a new fencing art entirely of your own devising.
Cordelia: It's going to be incredibly useful in the battles to come. And I couldn't have done it without your help, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: ...... Who do you intend to protect with this new skill of yours?
Cordelia: Why, my comrades, of course. Everyone in this army.
Lon'qu: You lie. I have watched you in battle. You have eyes for only one man. You are in love with Chrom.
Cordelia: I did love him, once. For the longest time...
Lon'qu: You speak as if that was in the past. Has your heart changed?
Cordelia: Actually, yes. It has. Now you tell me something, Lon'qu. Why do you care about my heart?
Lon'qu: Er...
Cordelia: No, wait. I'm not finished yet. You've given me help and fencing lessons under the guise of repaying a debt. But I told you you owed me nothing. So what is the real reason?
Lon'qu: That was the reason. ...At least in the beginning.
Cordelia: You overcame your phobia of me while performing countless menial chores... I would know your reason for this, sir.
Lon'qu: I am not a man who...expresses himself well with words. Perhaps this gift will tell you what you want to know.
Cordelia: Let me see— Ah, a ring! Oh, and what a nice big stone! So many carats... Wow...
Lon'qu: Put that loupe away! If you don't want the ring, discard it and we will speak no more of this. Cordelia: I don't want to throw it away, Lon'qu! I want to WEAR it.
Lon'qu: You do? Then...?
Cordelia: Yes, Lon'qu. I've fallen in love with you as well. And I'd be happy to marry you.
Lon'qu: Even in my wildest dreams I dared not hope that you'd say yes.
Cordelia: Heh. Yes, and you're stuck with me now, I fear. But don't worry. I think we're going to be very happy together!

Ricken

Cordelia	Support information:				Ricken
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Ricken, how are you feeling? Are your little legs tired from all the marching?
Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, you know.
Cordelia: Apologies. I didn't mean to imply that you were a child. I'm just worried you might be overdoing it. There's no shame in admitting you need the rest—we all get tired sometimes.
Ricken: Not you! You're always full of beans! I've never heard you complain once. I don't know how you keep going all the time without stopping...
Cordelia: It would take a lot more marching than this to wear me out, I assure you.
Ricken: Ha! I know. I could march all day!
Cordelia: Then why are your legs still quivering like pudding?
Ricken: M-my legs are NOT quivering like pudding!
Cordelia: Ricken, you can barely stand. If the enemy were to fall upon us now, you'd be dead. Listen, when we set off again, I want you to ride in one of the convoy wagons. You might even have time for a quick nap. You could use one.
Ricken: Hey, I don't need a nap! I'm not a—
Cordelia: Once you're feeling better, I need your help with some camp chores. But you're no good to me right now. So sleep. And that's an order!
Ricken: Fiiiiiine. Sheesh.
Cordelia: Goodness. THAT was difficult...

B Support

Ricken: Er, Cordelia? Thanks for before. I have to admit, I was pretty beat up from all that marching.
Cordelia: Are you feeling better now?
Ricken: Much better! I don't know why I was being so stubborn. That was dumb. You know, you sure do spend a lot of time worrying about everyone else, Cordelia.
Cordelia: I like to think that's my most important role here. Once in the past, I tried to do too much, and got myself into trouble as a result. At that time, it was Chrom who stepped in and rescued me from myself. If it hadn't been for him, I don't know what would have happened...
Ricken: So you used to be young and foolish, too? Hard to imagine!
Cordelia: We all were. But now that I'm older and wiser, it's my turn to help others.
Ricken: Yeah! And now that I'M older and wiser, I'm gonna help people out as well. First thing I'll do is go around camp and remind everyone not to be pigheaded!
Cordelia: Everyone? Including me?
Ricken: Okay, okay. Maybe not EVERYBODY...

A Support

Cordelia: Ricken, you've been busy lately, haven't you?
Ricken: Yep! I've been working my fingers to the bone.
Cordelia: You really have grown into a reliable young man! Color me impressed.
Ricken: Heh. That's the first time you've ever called me a man.
Cordelia: Do you mind?
Ricken: Only if it's just idle compliments. ...Which that probably was.
Cordelia: A man grown, and a clever one to boot! Clearly, I must work on my flattery.
Ricken: I knew it!
Cordelia: Don't be upset, Ricken. You've come a long way in a short time. You're far ahead of most people twice your age.
Ricken: I just wish people would treat me like the man I am, you know? I mean, I know I'm younger than most folks here, and smaller, but still...
Cordelia: Respect is earned in time, Ricken. Try to force it, and you'll end up passed out from exhaustion on a baggage wagon.
Ricken: Yeah, I know...
Cordelia: Still, if you're determined to improve yourself, that's half the battle.
Ricken: It is? Great!
Cordelia: Keep working at it, and someday you'll be more powerful than me!
Ricken: Hey! I told you to stop with the idle flattery!

S Support

Ricken: Hey, Cordelia? Can we talk?
Cordelia: Of course, Ricken. What's on your mind?
Ricken: I was wondering what kind of person I am to you. I mean, how do you see me? Do you still think I'm some ignorant kid who can't be trusted to wash his own ears?
Cordelia: Why do you ask?
Ricken: Well, er... I was kind of hoping you'd accept this gift.
Cordelia: ...A ring?
Ricken: It has my family's crest on it, right there. It's our most treasured heirloom.
Cordelia: And you want to give it to me?
Ricken: Listen, I know that you're smitten with Chrom. Heck, everyone does! But I like you far more than he ever will. Or could, for that matter! So I was thinking that perhaps we could get...you know, married?
Cordelia: Wow, I...I wasn't expecting anything like this. I don't know what to say. Honestly, I've always thought of you as something of a kid brother.
Ricken: Well, I'm not your brother, Cordelia. I'm nearly a grown man. And now I'm asking you to look at me as the man who's fallen in love with you.
Cordelia: You still seem young to me, Ricken. But when I look to the future...
Ricken: Yes?
Cordelia: I see you becoming something amazing. My equal, my partner, and my champion.
Ricken: Does this mean...?
Cordelia: Yes. I accept your ring.
Ricken: Yippee! We're going to get married! I can't wait for the ceremony!
Cordelia: But wait we must. There'll be no ceremony until you come of age.
Ricken: Oh, all right. But meanwhile, I'll do all I can to be the man you dreamed of. Plus, you'll be around to make sure I become strong, right?
Cordelia: Of course. Although I'm starting to wonder if I have anything left to teach you. You've already made me proud, Ricken. I'm looking forward to our future!

Panne

Cordelia	Support information:			Panne
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Er, Panne?
Panne: ......
Cordelia: What are you doing to my pegasus?
Panne: So this steed belongs to you?
Cordelia: Yes, she does.
Panne: You are lucky. She is a wise and faithful creature.
Cordelia: Thank you. But how do you know she's wise?
Panne: We talked.
Cordelia: Oh, yes. Of course. You talked to her and... Wait, you can TALK to my pegasus? Like, with words?
Panne: Is that strange?
Cordelia: Er, no, I suppose not. Just a bit surprising is all. We knights can communicate with our steeds, but it's not so...direct.
Panne: I am not a knight. I am a taguel. But enough talk. Take good care of this animal, understood?
Cordelia: See you...later? Er, maybe? Right then, back to business. We had a wound that needed bandaging, yes? ...Hmm? What's this green stuff smeared around the cut? A healing salve... So that's what she was doing! Well, we must remember to thank Panne the next time she drops by!

B Support

Cordelia: Panne, I wanted to thank you for the other day.
Panne: I did nothing.
Cordelia: You treated my wounded pegasus, right? You gave her a healing salve?
Panne: ...No.
Cordelia: Oh, I see. Well, whoever put it on, the medicine was very effective.
Panne: It is a secret taguel recipe far stronger than your man-spawn cures. ...Er, not that I would know.
Cordelia: Ah ha! So it WAS you!
Panne: ...... I had hoped to treat the wound surreptitiously.
Cordelia: Well, we're both very grateful. Thank you, Panne.
Panne: I do not deserve your gratitude. After I treated your creature, I... I made her an offer.
Cordelia: What kind of offer?
Panne: I offered to free her so she would not be subjected to the dangers of war. This fighting has nothing to do with her or her kind. It seems cruel to make her struggle alongside us. But she told me she wanted to help, and could never desert you.
Cordelia: My pegasus said that?
Panne: The creature is very faithful. That is why you must take care of her.
Cordelia: Y-yes, of course! I'll do everything I can to make sure she isn't hurt again.
Panne: Do all in your power and more. I would not like to see such a magnificent beast come to harm.
Cordelia: Nor would I, Panne.

A Support

Cordelia: Well, what did you think? How was your first ride on the back of a pegasus?
Panne: Interesting. And frightening. The ground was very far away. But it was also...thrilling.
Cordelia: I'm glad you enjoyed it! We had to do something to thank you for the salve.
Panne: Still you talk of the salve... I told you, you owe me nothing.
Cordelia: All right. But if you do want to go on another ride, just let us know. My pegasus has grown ever so fond of you, and she loves to frolic in the sky!
Panne: Thank you. Both of you.
Cordelia: Not at all!
Panne: When you two fly, you move as if you were a single creature. How can you humans forge such strong bonds, yet still fight such terrible wars?
Cordelia: That's a good question. And I don't know the answer. But I do know that we're fighting this war to build a better, peaceful future. If I didn't believe that, I'd drop my weapons and walk away right now.
Panne: I believe that you would. And in truth, the same hope drives me to fight. The hope for a world where taguel and human can at last live in harmony.
Cordelia: Oh, Panne...
Panne: Did I say something strange?
Cordelia: No, of course not! It's just that... To hear you say that makes me happier than you could know. But haven't you noticed? Humans and taguel ARE living in peace together! Two of them are right here, giggling like schoolgirls on the back of a pegasus.
Panne: ...... It seems we have made a friendship, just as you did with your pegasus. Perhaps I am at the point where I can name you my true friend.
Cordelia: I couldn't have put it better myself. We ARE true friends! And that means I'll always be here to watch your back.
Panne: And I yours!

Gaius

Cordelia	Support information:				Gaius
	C: 3 pts.	B: 7 pts.	A: 11 pts.	S: 16 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Ah, Gaius. Weren't you wearing those exact same clothes yesterday?
Gaius: That a problem?
Cordelia: And unless I'm very much mistaken, you also wore them the day before that.
Gaius: Yeah, well, this is my favorite outfit. Why are you so interested in my attire? You fancy me or something?
Cordelia: I'm simply trying to offer a piece of friendly advice here. Perhaps you don't realize that you look and smell like the floor of a tavern. That shirt is covered in honey, and the less said of your pantaloons the better.
Gaius: Oh. Actually, uh, I hadn't noticed.
Cordelia: Not to mention your hair needs a trim and you have crumbs stuck to your face. ...And is that a turkey leg I see sticking out of your pocket?! Heavens, Gaius! Don't you care about your appearance at all?
Gaius: Well, as long as it's not slowing me down on the battlefield, right? I'm not some fancywaist who needs to strut about like a peacock.
Cordelia: Well, perhaps you should consider it regardless.
Gaius: All right, all right. Message received. I'll put on some new clothes, mother.
Cordelia: Don't forget to comb your hair. And wash those old clothes in vinegar, or you'll never get the smell out.
Gaius: ...I'm going now.
Cordelia: Once washed, if you want to reduce the wrinkles, take a willow reed and... Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking about laundry!

B Support

Cordelia: Gaius! Isn't that the same outfit you were wearing yesterday?
Gaius: Yeah, but it was CLEAN yesterday. One extra day won't kill me, right?
Cordelia: And have you combed your hair?
Gaius: Er, no. But I DID dunk my head in a watering trough a couple of nights ago. Why do you care so much, anyway?
Cordelia: Because.
Gaius: Er, because why?
Cordelia: By the way, don't think you can run off again in the middle of our conversation. I have my pegasus saddled and waiting, and we WILL hunt you down.
Gaius: Crivens. Are all of your chats this happy and carefree, or am I a special case?
Cordelia: No, just you. Now come over here and let me trim that hair.
Gaius: I suppose I'm not getting out of this, am I? All right, do your worst. But you still haven't explained why you're so obsessed with my grooming.
Cordelia: Because you are one of Chrom's staunchest and most valuable allies. *Snip* Turn your head a little, please... Thaaaank you.
Gaius: Staunch ally, eh? I like the sound of that. All right. Message received. I'll dress like a dandy so as not to make Chrom look bad. Oh, and I like the sides short, if you'd be so kind.
Cordelia: *Snip* Already on it. Oh, and before I forget, use this soap when you launder your clothes. You have stains dating back to the dark ages, but this should get them out.
Gaius: I'll wash them so bright, it'll hurt your eyes to look at me...
Cordelia: We'll see.
Gaius: Hey, now. How about showing a bit of trust for your staunch ally?
Cordelia: Trust is earned, my dear Gaius. Especially when it comes to laundry.

A Support

Cordelia: Oh, Gaius... What a sight you are!
Gaius: Huh? Aw, now what?! I combed my hair as soon as I got up, and these clothes are fresh out of the stream!
Cordelia: You look very presentable.
Gaius: So if my hair is fixed, and my clothes are clean, what's the problem? I'm doing my best here, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Oh, no, you misunderstand me. What I mean is, you look so smart and serious. You look like a grown man.
Gaius: Oh. Uh...yeah. Guess I'll take that as a compliment. Although, I actually do appreciate the help, even if I didn't at first.
Cordelia: Really? You're actually grateful?
Gaius: Yeah, and to prove it, I bought you this ribbon down at the market. You know. For those days you don't have time for a proper hair wash.
Cordelia: Oh, er, thank you. I suppose I have been neglecting my own appearance somewhat.
Gaius: It's because you're too busy worrying about how everyone else is doing! But don't worry. Now that I'm cock of the walk, I can help out once in a while.
Cordelia: Er, yes. I suppose—
Gaius: It'd be a shame for a beautiful woman like yourself to look less than her best.
Cordelia: I see all that cleaning didn't scrub the silver from your tongue...

S Support

Gaius: Er, Cordelia? Do you have a moment?
Cordelia: Yes. What can I do for you?
Gaius: ...Hey, you're wearing my ribbon!
Cordelia: Hee hee. You noticed?
Gaius: Sure. Although you always look beautiful to me, with or without it.
Cordelia: You can be very charming when you put your mind to it, Gaius.
Gaius: Only to you, Cordelia. Anyway, I was wondering if you have time to give me a trim.
Cordelia: Again? But I just gave you one the other day.
Gaius: Sure, but don't you think it's getting a bit shaggy? Look here, over my ears...
Cordelia: Well, I suppose there are a few stray strands here and there.
Gaius: Hmm...
Cordelia: Um, why are you clutching my hand?
Gaius: Just checking the size for this...riiight...here.
Cordelia: Oh, what a lovely ring! Did you make it yourself?
Gaius: Yeah, but I wasn't sure about your size. Glad to see it fits. See, because now that I'm all cleaned up, I thought you might want to...be with me?
Cordelia: Is this a proposal, Gaius?
Gaius: Look, I'm no Chrom, and I won't pretend to try and convince you otherwise. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to win you over. So what do you say, Cordelia? Will you marry me?
Cordelia: How very sly of you to slip the ring on before I had a chance to argue. But it IS very beautiful... I would hate to take it off again.
Gaius: I'll take a yes out of laziness. I'm not picky.
Cordelia: Then yes, Gaius. I would be thrilled to be your wife.
Gaius: Sweet! This'll save me a load in barber's fees... Ha ha. Kidding! ...Just kidding, dear. You won't regret this, Cordelia.

Gregor

Cordelia	Support information:				Gregor
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: *Sigh* Oh, how can I ever make him love me?
Gregor: The sound of lovelorn sigh sends shivers down spine of Gregor!
Cordelia: Eek! G-Gregor? What are you doing lurking in the shadows?
Gregor: To be prepared is big part of battle. Is true in war. And love! If we were love-fighting, this first skirmish go to Gregor.
Cordelia: A brazen statement for one you have barely even met! And what does sneaking up on people have to do with love?
Gregor: Is good that Cordelia want to learn! Gregor will enlighten. On battlefield of love, to be adored is to have high ground. Surprise attack can lay groundwork for great success.
Cordelia: Aren't you taking this "love as war" metaphor a little far?
Gregor: Surprise attack leaves heart's fortress unmanned, yes? Then gates can be knocked over with battering ram of charm! Heart is then defenseless for final assault.
Cordelia: ...I see. You've clearly given this a great deal of thought.
Gregor: Gregor more clever than he looks. Now you can also be victor in love!
Cordelia: Yes, sir!
Gregor: Hmm... Gregor hope he not just bite off more than he can be chewing...

B Support

Cordelia: Gregor? Hello? Are you there, Gregor?
Gregor: Oy, why you having long face like horsey just died? Did surprise assault on fortress of love meet with horrible failure?
Cordelia: H-how did you know?
Gregor: Gregor is already telling you! He is very wise in matters of love.
Cordelia: So what am I doing wrong?
Gregor: To make other person love you is easier saying than doing, yes?
Cordelia: Especially if you're a boring stick-in-the-mud like me...
Gregor: No, no, love is coming to everyone, sooner or later. Just need practice, yes?
Cordelia: Yeah, and I apparently need a lot of practice. I tried the surprise attack you talked about earlier, and he just got mad. I probably shouldn't have leapt out of the bushes in a Risen mask...
Gregor: Is not concern! Even best plan is failing if pieces on board are wrong type, no?
Cordelia: Oh, forget it. I'm going to go curl up with a pint of figgy pudding...
Gregor: Never surrender! Cordelia can win battle! This is Gregor's guarantee. You are beautiful and charming, yes? Maybe attack was overwhelming. Is like sending armored knight to smoosh fly buzzing in kitchen. Instead of smooshy fly, you are getting only pile of broken crockery.
Cordelia: Oh, this is all so confusing. You have to help me! Please!
Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor shows how to navigate stormy seas of love to safe harbor.
Cordelia: Thank you, Gregor. I don't know what I'd do without you.

A Support

Gregor: There! Gregor outdo himself, no? Cordelia is looking like perfection!
Cordelia: Er, look, Gregor. I appreciate all your help with this. I really do... I mean, who even knew you could sew or apply makeup? But, um, I'm not sure any of this is going to strike at the real problem...
Gregor: Eh?
Cordelia: Shouldn't we have just found out more about the man and what he likes?
Gregor: No, is crazy talk! You are like tulip bulb in flower patch, yes? Tulip is only needing water and manure to grow into lovely flower. Tulip does not ask gardener what color she should be, yes? Tulip just grows!
Cordelia: I'm really starting to lose my grip on your analogies, Gregor.
Gregor: Gregor knows his way can be very confusing sometimes. But Cordelia have passion and beauty! He knows she can succeed.
Cordelia: ...Wow. You're quite skilled at pep talks, I'll grant you that. Just be careful you don't get my head too big, or I might just float off!
Gregor: Woman so charming as you should for sure have huge swollen head! Gregor says you are perfection, and he never wrong about such things. Now go claim victory, yes? Do this for Gregor.
Cordelia: Y-yes, sir! I won't let you down.
Gregor: Ah, Gregor... You have let fair woman take your heart while you not looking. ...... *Sigh* Ah, well. Gregor must soldier on...

S Support

Cordelia: Oh, Gregor!
Gregor: Cordelia! You must tell Gregor: how did his soldier do on love's battlefield?
Cordelia: A-actually, there's nothing to report. I haven't done anything yet.
Gregor: Did Gregor not give you enormous confidence boost?
Cordelia: *Sigh* I know. You've done everything you can, and now it's up to me.
Gregor: That is spirit!
Cordelia: Well, anyway. Here goes nothing...
Gregor: I am wishing much luck to you!
Cordelia: Thank you. Now... Erm... *Cough* I...think I've fallen in love with you...
Gregor: Ho ho! Is very good! Is exactly how you do it! Not even Gregor can resist charm!
Cordelia: I was hoping we might see more of each other...and perhaps even get married?
Gregor: Oy! Is so cruel to practice this on Gregor! Cordelia must save proposal for real deal!
Cordelia: I have been. That was it.
Gregor: ...... ...Oy. THIS is real deal? You propose to Gregor?!
Cordelia: I propose to Gregor.
Gregor: Then man you chase like lovesick puppy all this time was Gregor?
Cordelia: Not at first, no. But the more time I spent with you, the more I knew I'd been wrong.
Gregor: Gregor is confused, yes? All this...very not expected.
Cordelia: You think I'm charming, right?
Gregor: Like newborn baby napping in litter of tiny kittens!
Cordelia: And you think I'm pretty, right?
Gregor: Like sun over field of flowers on a cloudy-less spring day!
Cordelia: And you like me. Right?
Gregor: Oh yes. Gregor likes Cordelia very much.
Cordelia: Then I think you have your answer.
Gregor: Yes, is right! Gregor and Cordelia should make with the hitching!
Cordelia: Oh, good! Then I think you owe me a ring.
Gregor: Gregor have old sock of coins under bed. He buys Cordelia finest ring in land!
Cordelia: Then Cordelia and Gregor become so very much happy, yes? Hee hee.

Libra

Cordelia	Support information:				Libra
	C: 2 pts.	B: 6 pts.	A: 10 pts.	S: 14 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph! These crates...are heavy...
Libra: Cordelia?
Cordelia: Gyah?! Oh gods, look out! *CRAAAAAASH*
Libra: Oh, I am SO sorry! I startled you, didn't I?
Cordelia: N-no, not at all! I just tripped over this pebble here... It's my fault for carrying too much at once. I couldn't see where I was going.
Libra: Are you unharmed?
Cordelia: Yes, thanks. Just a bruised toe.
Libra: Well, that's good news at least. Here, why don't you let me help you?
Cordelia: They're very heavy...
Libra: Not a problem. One...two... Oomph! Now then. Where would you like them?
Cordelia: Well, if it's not too much trouble, I was taking them down this way.
Libra: Lead on, milady!
Libra: Is here all right?
Cordelia: Yes, perfect. Thank you. You've been such a help!
Libra: 'Twas my pleasure. But do you always haul such heavy crates by yourself?
Cordelia: Well, I hate to bother anyone else, and if I can do it myself, why not?
Libra: That simply won't do. Next time, you must call for me so I can help! I won't take no for an answer.
Cordelia: Oh, well, if you're going to be that insistent about it, then sure!

B Support

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph!
Libra: Cordelia, let me help you!
Cordelia: Ah, Libra. Thank you. They ARE rather heavy.
Libra: Every time I see you, you're hard at work on one chore or another.
Cordelia: In such times of strife, it seems almost immoral to sit around and do nothing.
Libra: The gods do frown on sloth, it's true. But they also dislike stubborn pride. You mustn't overdo it, Cordelia. You've been rather ashen of late.
Cordelia: It's true I haven't been sleeping well. Whenever I close my eyes, I can't help thinking horrible thoughts about the future.
Libra: That is a troublesome thought. Are you eating three square meals?
Cordelia: Er, sort of?
Libra: Unacceptable.
Cordelia: No, I'm fine.
Libra: Cordelia, put those crates down, and return to your billet right away.
Cordelia: But—
Libra: No buts!
Cordelia: ...But I can't leave you to do all this by yourself!
Libra: That was a but! ...And ironic, coming from you. Who is the woman who insists on doing every job herself? The one too foolish or proud to ask for help?
Cordelia: Er...me?
Libra: Yes, you. Cordelia, you have to learn to look after yourself. Now get something to eat and lie down! I'll be over later with a concoction.
Cordelia: Oh, if you insist...

A Support

Libra: Cordelia!
Cordelia: ...Blast! He found me. Er, hello, Libra!
Libra: Are you all right? I heard from Lissa that you had a fainting fit.
Cordelia: Just a little one. And I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to worry.
Libra: This is not the time to be fretting about MY feelings. How are you feeling now?
Cordelia: Oh, I'm fine. I even saw a physician, if that makes you feel better. She said I just need to get more rest and drink lots of tea.
Libra: Well, that's good to hear.
Cordelia: ...And I AM very sorry.
Libra: What about?
Cordelia: For not listening to you. For not taking it easy like you told me to.
Libra: It is not me who you should be apologizing to.
Cordelia: Who, then?
Libra: Why, to yourself, of course! You're the one who has to suffer all the exhaustion and pain!
Cordelia: Uh, sorry, self!
Libra: You want to help people and be there for them when they need you, right? But you can't do that if you're working yourself into the ground.
Cordelia: I just can't help it! I see a job, and then another, and then another... Libra, would you maybe stay with me and scold me if I try to do too much?
Libra: I'm afraid scolding isn't in my nature. I'm more of the forgiveness type. What I can do, however, is offer my support and words of wisdom. Some gentle reminders to let you know you're trying to do the impossible.
Cordelia: I'd be grateful if you would!

S Support

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph! This...is...a heavy one...
Libra: Cordelia! What are you doing? You're supposed to be recovering!
Cordelia: Oh, hello, Libra. Yes, I'm feeling much better now!
Libra: Your problem is that you're incapable of not doing anything for five minutes...
Cordelia: You might be right, at that.
Libra: Oh, Cordelia. I can't take my eyes off you for more than a minute, can I? Is there any way to get you to relax?
Cordelia: Well, I suppose you could just follow me around nonstop!
Libra: ...Yes. That is indeed the only solution. You're going to have to let me be with you day and night.
Cordelia: What?! That's absurd!
Libra: ......
Cordelia: Er, what I mean is...that would be sort of...odd... Unless we were married, of course. But you don't mean that! ...Or do you?
Libra: Perhaps this ring will make my intentions clear.
Cordelia: ...Oh.
Libra: There are whispers in camp that Chrom rules supreme in your heart. But even so, I could never forgive myself if I did not tell you how I truly felt. So as doomed and foolish as my entreaty may be, I must ask—will you marry me?
Cordelia: It isn't foolish, Libra. Or doomed, either.
Libra: It isn't?
Cordelia: Libra, no one has ever worried as much about my welfare as you have. You try to stop me working too hard... You rush to my aid when I collapse... I've been thinking how nice it would be if you were always there for me. So nice, in fact, that I will gladly accept your ring!
Libra: Oh, Cordelia! You have made me so very happy!
Cordelia: Do you swear to look after me, make me tea, and lug crates until death do us part?
Libra: I do so swear!

Henry

Cordelia	Support information:				Henry
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: There. It took a while, but it's finished at last!
Henry: Hey-o, Cordelia! Whatcha makin' there? Is that a scarf?
Cordelia: Yes. Who knows when we might be called upon to battle in frigid conditions?
Henry: Neat! Plegia's all hot and sunny, so there's not much call for scarves. Hey, so I'm no expert, but isn't that more of a man's scarf?
Cordelia: Er, well, the scarf is actually an item that can be worn by either... Um... It's not for me. It's a present.
Henry: Oooh, lucky guy. I wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf!
Cordelia: Heh. Well, you can have this one, if you like it that much.
Henry: Huh? But what about the special fella you were gonna give it to? I don't want an angry boyfriend pounding on my tent flap in the dead of night!
Cordelia: Well, now that I think about it, the gift probably isn't such a good idea.
Henry: Aw, but it's so beautifully made! I'm sure he'd love it.
Cordelia: Yes, but I doubt his wife would.
Henry: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Say, what if the wife was dead? Could you give it to him then?
Cordelia: Henry, that's terrible! Never say that again! ...... And in any case, it's a moot point, because I'm giving it to you. ...Thank you, Henry.
Henry: What a weirdo. Why'd she thank ME for taking HER present?!

B Support

Henry: Hey, Cordelia! Thanks again for the sweet scarf!
Cordelia: Not at all. I'm glad you like it. *siiiiiigh*
Henry: Uh-oh. Looks like someone's got a case of the bloody Mondays...
Cordelia: Ew! ...And I'm fine, really. Just indulging in a little self-pity.
Henry: That's kind of like making yourself sad on purpose, isn't it? You want help? 'Cause I've got a curse that'll REALLY make you miserab—
Cordelia: No, thank you! ...I was just moping about the married man I've fallen for. Still, I've no one else to blame but myself, so I have no right to grumble.
Henry: That's for sure!
Cordelia: Henry, sometimes you are honest and straightforward to a fault. You know, I wish I could just decide to stop liking someone.
Henry: I've got a curse for that, too! One little chant will take your heartache away.
Cordelia: Truly?
Henry: Sure! Just tell me who you're yearning for, and I'll pluck the love out like a weed! You'll feel much better, I promise.
Cordelia: I appreciate the offer, and it IS tempting... But I have to say no.
Henry: Why?
Cordelia: No matter how much it pains me, I don't want this love to go away.
Henry: Huh. So you ARE making yourself sad deliberately!
Cordelia: I know, Henry. I know...

A Support

Henry: Yikes, I think my arms have gone numb from carrying so much stuff!
Cordelia: I appreciate your help. I had no idea I'd bought so much until it was too late. It was very good of you to come and escort me around the market.
Henry: So, now that we've been shopping, how's the lovesick heart? Better?
Cordelia: What do you mean?
Henry: I asked Lissa for advice, and she told me to take you on a big shopping trip. She said a few hours trying on dresses and armor would fix that broken heart, pronto!
Cordelia: So this was all a plot to make me feel better, was it? Well, I would never have believed it, but I DO feel better. Thank you.
Henry: Great! So now that we know shopping works, let's go to the market again!
Cordelia: Er, but we were just there.
Henry: I can go back and forth all day if that's what it takes! Plus, they had this eyeball in a jar that I wanted to—
Cordelia: Henry, you're very kind, but I think you've done enough for one day.
Henry: Then how about some comfort food? Fruit pies and cream? Candy apples? Macaroni and cheese with fried boar crisps and crumbled horse—
Cordelia: Definitely not! I have to stay in fighting shape. Anyway, it wasn't the shopping that made me feel better—it was being with you.
Henry: What, really?
Cordelia: Just knowing that you care enough to help is comfort in itself. We could have done anything and you would have lifted my spirits.
Henry: I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so. Er, but if you're REALLY grateful, you could join me for a fruit pie...
Cordelia: Oh, all right. ...But just the one!

S Support

Henry: *Pant* A-avast, fiend! Prepare to wear your guts for garters! *Pant, pant* It's n-no good... I can't even lift the thing...
Cordelia: Henry, what in the world are you doing with that battle axe?
Henry: I'm practicing how to look more manly! I figured you might like me better if I was a little bigger and tougher.
Cordelia: Is this another of your schemes to make me feel better?
Henry: Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me.
Cordelia: It's a... Wait, what?
Henry: I know I'm not as tough or brave or handsome as Chrom, but maybe—
Cordelia: D-did you just say Chrom?
Henry: Well, that's the guy you're always pining for, isn't it? That's what Lissa said, anyway. Was she wrong?
Cordelia: *Sigh* No, she wasn't. Oh, this is so embarrassing! I didn't want anyone to know.
Henry: Aw, it's okay. I'm just gonna work hard so you end up liking me instead!
Cordelia: Henry, you don't have to impress me by trying to be more like Chrom. There's plenty of things about you that I already like. ...In fact, I've found myself thinking about you more than Chrom lately.
Henry: Really?
Cordelia: You've been so kind and thoughtful and considerate toward me. I'm ashamed I didn't realize you were falling in love with me before my eyes!
Henry: Well, if you REALLY feel bad about it, you could accept this ring...
Cordelia: Oh, Henry! I'll gladly accept it! No one knows how to make me happy quite like you...

Donnel

Cordelia	Support information:				Donnel
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Donnel: The sun is gold, them clouds is white! ♪ Land's far below, 'cause I'm in flight! ♪
Cordelia: I never thought to hear that song sung by a simple villager.
Donnel: Hey, Cordelia! Reckon ya know that song too, huh?
Cordelia: Any pegasus knight worth her wings knows that one, Donnel. But I had always thought it was nearly unknown outside the order.
Donnel: A lady visited my village—donkey's years ago, it was—and taught me the words. I confess I don't really get what it's about, exactly... But it's a rousin' tune what makes me think of bravery and valiant derrin'-do!
Cordelia: Well, it IS about bravery. It celebrates the exploits of one of history's greatest pegasus knights.
Donnel: Well, ain't that somethin'?
Cordelia: Yes. She lived back in the legendary times of the first exalt of Ylisse. She was his greatest knight and his most stalwart defender. She watched over him like the sun itself, swooping down to dispatch foes. The slow, heavy knights feared her aerial dance most of all. At night they huddled together and told tales of a death-dealing lance from the sky.
Donnel: Gosh! She sounds mighty impressive.
Cordelia: Oh, she was. But she was more than just a warrior. She had the courage of a demon, yes, but the heart of an angel. They say the people loved her even more than she loved the exalt. In fact, for every foe she defeated, she won two more to her side with her charisma.
Donnel: Golly! Tough as a badger, but charmin' as an old fox! Reckon I can see why they wrote such a fine song for her.
Cordelia: They built statues, too—one of which still stands in the Ylissean capital. I could take you there to see it after the war, if you would like.
Donnel: Ya bet yer gold teeth I would! It's a date, Cordelia!

B Support

Donnel: Cordelia, I was hopin' ya might spin me more yarns 'bout that pegasus knight.
Cordelia: Heh. Seems like I piqued your curiosity.
Donnel: Piqued it and pricked it, too! I think I'm fallin' in love with her!
Cordelia: Well, keep this under your hat, but it's long been my dream to become just like her. I'm truly delighted that you're as interested in her life as I am! ...Although needless to say, I'm nowhere close to realizing my dream. They'd probably laugh me out of the Shepherds if they knew.
Donnel: She must'a been mighty special if a gal as amazin' as you can't measure up.
Cordelia: Oh, I'm not amazing, Donnel. I'm actually a very ordinary knight and woman.
Donnel: Aw, donkey dung! You're amazin' in more ways than I could ever count!
Cordelia: Stop that. You shouldn't try to flatter me—charming though it may be.
Donnel: I ain't flatterin' ya, Cordelia! Cross my heart and hope to spit! And to prove it, I'm gonna start listin' 10 good things about ya every day!
Cordelia: Er, every day?
Donnel: Yep! Monday to Sunday, no days off!
Cordelia: Well, this should be amusing. I wonder how long you'll last.
Donnel: Oh, just you wait. I can do this for ages!

A Support

Donnel: Welp, let's see... Beautiful, kind, strong, wise... Um, beautiful...
Cordelia: You said beautiful twice. Not to mention, you've listed all those other things before as well.
Donnel: W-wait! I ain't done yet! Mmm...thinkin' hard... Mmmmnnn... Ya got a huge nose!
Cordelia: ...That's not a compliment.
Donnel: It ain't?
Cordelia: Look, just admit that you've run out of good things to say about me. I'm still impressed you managed to keep it going for so long. I'm starting to think that perhaps I AM a little bit amazing!
Donnel: I told ya that already! Loads'a times! Fact is, the more I get to know ya, the more amazin' I think ya are.
Cordelia: Well, I've never been quite so flattered in my life, that's for sure. ...And as a little thank-you gift, I made you this.
Donnel: What is it? A letter?
Cordelia: We've been spending a lot of time together, and I've grown to know you quite well. So I drew up my own list, for you.
Donnel: Gosh! That's a lot of writin'! ...Them's all my good points?
Cordelia: Oh, no. Those are your faults.
Donnel: ...Oh. Ain't quite what I was expectin', but... Hmmm... Yup. Okay, I see... Yikes, there's a second page... And a third?!
Cordelia: Flattery is all well and good, but we must know our faults if we want to grow. So I made this list to help you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then I can fix my weaknesses and make myself a new pegasus knight of legend!
Donnel: Well, if that's what ya want, I reckon I'll give it my best. But I've gotta warn ya, it ain't gonna be easy findin' fault with you!

S Support

Donnel: *Cough* Er, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Yes, Donnel. What is it?
Donnel: It's about that list ya asked me to make. The one about yer bad points? Well, I, er...thought up a couple'a things.
Cordelia: Excellent! Come then, show them to me. ...Ah, yes, good. You have quite a lot.
Donnel: Yeah, but actually... That ain't why I wanted to talk at ya.
Cordelia: Oh?
Donnel: What I'm really here for is to give ya this here ring.
Cordelia: Oh. What's it for?
Donnel: Well, I guess I'm hopin' you'll wear it. I've been spendin' a lot of time thinkin' about ya. Both good points and bad. And frankly, I ain't had much time lately to do anythin' else.
Cordelia: ...Ah. I think I understand now. This is an engagement ring, isn't it?
Donnel: Yep.
Cordelia: Well, what a coincidence. I have something for you, too.
Donnel: Ya do?
Cordelia: Let me just grab it right... Oof! ...Here.
Donnel: Creepin' carrots, this is heavy! How much paper ya use in this stack?
Cordelia: I've spent a great deal of time listing your good and bad points. That's my final report.
Donnel: Gosh! Ya came up with way more stuff than the last time... S'pose I got a whole mess'a things to fix this time, huh?
Cordelia: Quite a few, yes. I don't believe in sugarcoating the truth, as you know.
Donnel: Aw, horse pucky! What'n the heck was I thinkin'? I'm just some dumb farm boy what tried to marry a pegasus knight!
Cordelia: Oh, dear. It seems I missed one of your faults. Here, give me that. I'll just write it in on the last page... "Comes to hasty conclusions."
Donnel: ...Reckon I'm a hair confused.
Cordelia: Oh, I already have "easily confused." It's back on page 19. But anyway, what makes you think I'm turning down your proposal?
Donnel: Ain't it obvious? Look at this huge list of stuff about me what needs fixin'!
Cordelia: When you were thinking of my faults and strengths, you fell in love with me. ...Right? Well, I think the same thing happened to me when I was making your lists.
Donnel: And you started likin' me in spite'a all...THIS?
Cordelia: I did indeed. And so, Donnel, yes. I accept your proposal.
Donnel: Yeeeeee-haw!
Cordelia: Of course, once we're married, we'll likely have to expand these lists a great deal. Getting to know you will be an adventure—I'll have to remember to sharpen my quill!
Donnel: Er, yeah. An adventure! ...Definitely. Ha ha...yeargh.

Severa

Cordelia	Support information:			Severa
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.

C Support

Cordelia: So, tell me about the future, Severa.
Severa: Why do you care? It's a different future. None of it will even happen here.
Cordelia: Well, maybe not exactly, but parts of it might. ...Right?
Severa: How should I know? Gawds!
Cordelia: ...Are you upset about something?
Severa: No, I'm NOT upset. Stop prying, Mother.
Cordelia: I suppose it was the frown and furrowed brow that threw me off...
Severa: It's your fault for dredging up memories of the future. I don't want any of it to happen again, and I don't want to think about it! Is that ALL RIGHT with you?
Cordelia: ...I'm sorry, dear. I never stopped to think about how hard it must have been for you. It was thoughtless of me. ...Forgive me?
Severa: Fine. As long as you learned your lesson...
Cordelia: Well then, let's talk about something else, shall we?
Severa: I don't have anything to say to you...
Cordelia: No? Well, I have a mountain of questions for you! Come now. Indulge your mother, just for a little while?
Severa: Ugh. All right, all right.
Cordelia: Wonderful. Thank you, dear.
Severa: Though if you REALLY want to thank me, you'd give me your dessert at dinner...
Cordelia: ...All right, it's a deal.

B Support

Cordelia: Here you are, then. My dessert is yours once again.
Severa: ...Thanks. So, what do you want to know today?
Cordelia: Hmm, I know there was something I wanted to ask you... Ah, that's it. Why didn't you choose to be a pegasus knight?
Severa: Ugh, because I'd sooner drink boiling tar than follow in your footsteps...
Cordelia: ...That's just a bit harsh, isn't it?
Severa: If you want harsh, try living in the shadow of someone who's perfect at everything. Trust me, it's a NIGHTMARE. Everyone loves you and respects you and thinks you're pretty and smart and strong. I'm just a big pile of dog food...
Cordelia: Ah ha ha, that's quite a list of compliments! I'm flattered, Severa.
Severa: Hey, I'm just repeating what everybody ELSE says. I never said any of that!
Cordelia: Oh? ...Then what DO you think of me? What sort of mother was I?
Severa: Perfect, of cour— Er... *AHEM* I mean, you were a coldhearted, selfish brute who abandoned your only daughter!
Cordelia: Severa, I...I'm so sorry. *sniff*
Severa: H-hey... No fair crying... I didn't mean it. Of course I didn't mean it... You were kind and pretty and strong and perfect... All right?! Are you happy now...?
Cordelia: Ah... I'm sorry, dear, but yes. I am. It warms my heart to hear you say that.
Severa: Whatever. We're done here!
Cordelia: ...My, she is quick when she wants to be. Quicker than me, that's for certain. But she doesn't need to know I became a pegasus knight because I'm a lousy runner...

A Support

Cordelia: Oh, darn the luck... No dessert with today's rations, I'm afraid.
Severa: None?
Cordelia: Looks like I don't get my Severa time today.
Severa: Well...I SUPPOSE I could make an exception. Just for today. ...If you insist.
Cordelia: Oh, I insist.
Severa: *Sigh* Fiiiiiine. What do we have to talk about this time?
Cordelia: How about today we make a promise?
Severa: Boooring...
Cordelia: A promise for the two of us as we build a new future together... A promise that, no matter what, we'll never part with another sad farewell.
Severa: ...What if you break your promise?
Cordelia: No "ifs" this time. This one is absolute.
Severa: ...Absolutely absolute?
Cordelia: Absolutely.
Severa: ...... Well, I guess that's okay. ...I guess I can trust you now...
Cordelia: Of course you can, dear! ...Er, but didn't you trust me before?
Severa: I've WANTED to for, like, ever! ...I wanted to tell you everything. But then I thought about losing you again and it... I can't do it... I can't be alone again! I WON'T!
Cordelia: And so you kept your distance. Aw, my poor girl...
Severa: I'm sorry, Mother... I'm so sorry! I didn't want to be cold, but I knew once I let you in, there was no going back.
Cordelia: I'm so very glad you have. Thank you, Severa. You followed your feelings, but there's nothing to fear now. You can trust me with anything, and I'll do the same in return. Deal?
Severa: Oh, Mom! I love you so much!

Morgan (F)

Cordelia	Support information:			Morgan (F)
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Morgan (F) is Cordelia's daughter.

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
Cordelia: What are you up to, Morgan?
Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Cordelia: Heh, is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Cordelia: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Cordelia: She's certainly got energy to spare...

B Support

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
Cordelia: For you, dear? Of course.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Cordelia: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger something.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Cordelia: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Cordelia: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Cordelia: Morgan...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Cordelia: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Cordelia: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.