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

Avatar (M)

Henry	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar m-default fe13.png Robin (M)
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Henry: ......

Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is you stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been—

Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?

Avatar: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine!

Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?

Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...

Avatar: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!

Henry: Don't worry, it's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.

Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?

Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weakness!

Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.

Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?

B Support

Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-do, ♪ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ♪

Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? So you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...

Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.

Avatar: Wh-what?!

Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.

Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?

Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.

Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking death and mayhem?

Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.

Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.

Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war— what's a few more souls on the ledger?

Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.

Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.

Avatar: Good.

A Support

Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.

Henry: Oh?

Avatar: Yes. Especially when those risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.

Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.

Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.

Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.

Avatar: I didn't realize you were do obedient and...conscientious.

Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!

Avatar: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.

Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?

Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.

Henry: You got it!

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Henry: ...

Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been-

Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?

Avatar: Wait, you're... okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.

Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?

Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...

Avatar: What is it, some kind of-AAAAAAAAH!

Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.

Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?

Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weakness!

Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.

Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?

B Support

Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-do, ♪ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ♪

Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...

Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.

Avatar: Wh-what?!

Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on out behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.

Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem. Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?

Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.

Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking death and mayhem?

Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.

Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.

Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war - what's a few more souls on the ledger?

Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.

Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.

Avatar: Good.

A Support

Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.

Henry: Oh?

Avatar: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.

Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.

Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.

Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.

Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.

Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!

Avatar: I... see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.

Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?

Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.

Henry: You got it!

S Support

Henry: Hey, Avatar. I'm done mending those tents! What should I do next?

Avatar: Well, let's see. You've sorted my books, swept the floor, checked the weapons... I do believe that's absolutely everything. Thank you so much for the help.

Henry: Yeah, okay... But what should I do now?

Avatar: Well, I guess you're free to go and do whatever you want.

Henry: Oh, really? In that case, I'll stay right here and hang out with you.

Avatar: Um, you will?

Henry: It's fun being around you, Avatar. And I especially love doing your chores.

Avatar: Ha! Well, I enjoy your company, too, Henry.

Henry: ...But when i say it's "fun" being with you, I mean it's... kind of special.

Avatar: Huh? I'm confused, Henry. It's not like you to be so oblique.

Henry: Nya ha! I know, right? What's got into me? Here, this is what I'm talking about...

Avatar: You're giving me a ring? ...A very sinister-looking ring?

Henry: Oh, don't mind the skulls and snakes carved in it. It's not cursed or anything. I could never curse anyone I liked as much as I like you... It's an engagement ring that I picked out special. I want us to get married!

Avatar: This is... unexpected.

Henry: Nya ha! You didn't think I'd do something like this without someone ordering me, huh? But it's abso-tively posi-lutely my own idea. So what do you say?

Avatar: I accept, Henry. I accept wholeheartedly. You may not have cursed me, but I seem to have fallen under your spell...

Henry: Yes!

Avatar: But you must promise me we'll be together forever.

Henry: Oh, you can count on me. I always do as I'm told!

Henry (Confession): I'll love you with every ounce of my blood until I die! When do you think that'll be? ♪

Lissa

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

C Support

Lissa: *Yaaawn*

Henry: You getting enough sleep, Lissa? You look pretty bushed.

Lissa: No, not nearly enough! I'm exhausted!

Henry: If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting up in a grave.

Lissa: I know, it's just... I keep lying in bed and thinking about fighting the next fight. And then I think about Emm, and about... Argh! It's all too much! I'm sick of all this stupid grief and mourning! And I'm tired of people dying! I don't even want our ENEMIES to die anymore, Henry. I'm just... tired.

Henry: That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know? Keeping people you care about alive means making the other guy dead.

Lissa: My head knows that, but my heart is still having a hard time. I wish I was as tough as you, Henry. These sleepless nights are killing me...

Henry: Well then, lemme help you! Give me a little time and I'll have you sleeping like a baby.

Lissa: Oh, wow. I'd give anything for one night of pure, dreamless sleep.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Just leave it to ol' Henry!

B Support

Henry: So, did you get over your insomnia, Lissa?

Lissa: Yep! As soon as I close my eyes, I'm out like a candle. I don't know what changed, but I'm super glad it did!

Henry: Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic! ...The nonlethal version.

Lissa: Really? That was you? Aw, thank you, Henry.

Henry: Always happy to lend a helping curse!

Lissa: I suppose it WOULD be a curse, huh? That can't be healthy, long term... And what do you have to do to set it up? Some kind of weird ceremony?

Henry: Oh, it's not so much trouble, really... Hardest part is probably finding fresh sacrifices every time.

Lissa: ...Sacrifices?

Henry: Yup! I usually just use birds or something.

Lissa: STOP! You can't go robbing poor little birdies of their lives for something like this! I'd rather go sleepless than live with that sort of guilt!

Henry: First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are off the table? ...You're a strange one, Lissa.

Lissa: I'M the strange one?! You're one to talk! Look, I'll find a solution on my own, no cute creature deaths required! So no more curses! Got it?!

Henry: As you please!

A Support

Henry: Wow. You look pretty wobbly there, Lissa. Still having trouble in slumberland?

Lissa: *Yaaawn* Yes! And the more I worry over it, the worse it gets.

Henry: You're suuuuuuuuure you don't want me to grant you a little curse or two? You'll run yourself ragged at this rate. You need your rest!

Lissa: Thanks anyway, Henry. It really is sweet of you to keep offering.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it, honestly. I couldn't go a week!

Lissa: Heh heh, thanks. You're making me blush... Or... maybe just... dizzy?

Henry: Ack! Lissa!

Lissa: S-sorry... Kind of lost my balance there... Thanks for catching me, Henry.

Henry: Easy peasy. Any time!

Lissa: Mmm... You're so warm. It's nice... Relaxing... Zzzzzzz...

Henry: Um, Lissa? Nya ha! Guess I'm not going anywhere for a little while. You're pretty warm, yourself. Now I'm... *yaaawn* I'm getting all sleepy, too...

S Support

Lissa: Hey, Henry?

Henry: Hey-o! Need your human pillow again?

Lissa: Tee hee! If you don't mind?

Henry: Course I don't!

Lissa: Mmm, you're always so warm and cozy... Thanks for putting up with this all the time.

Henry: Hey, it feels pretty nice for me, too. Any excuse to be closer to you...

Lissa: W-wait, are you saying...

Henry: I am! Let's get married! Nya ha ha!

Lissa: But...

Henry: What, you don't want to? I thought we were both on the same page here!

Lissa: N-no! It's not that I don't want to! I mean, I really care about you... It's just... I don't know, you tossed it out there so casually. You didn't even ask! Maybe you could set the mood first?

Henry: I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome bloodshed... Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work?

Lissa: Aww... That'll work just fine.

Henry: All right! Here you go, then...

Lissa: Oh, thank you, Henry. I look forward to a lifetime's worth of sweet dreams with you!

Henry: I feel like I'm dreamin' already, nya ha!

Frederick

Henry	Support information:			Frederick
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up?
Frederick: You were absent at today's training session!
Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it!
Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the troops yesterday?
Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT training session! It must have slipped my mind.
Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness?
Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain.
Frederick: That's good to hear. However, I'm quite disappointed you missed the session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death.
Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily!
Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to war's perils?
Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things.
Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that includes you!
Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there…
Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet!
Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me?
Frederick: Me?
Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding!
Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along?
Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around!
Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man!

B Support

Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH!
Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick?
Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last?
Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch.
Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train together.
Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting!
Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do not want my dying thought to be "if only I had trained a little harder."
Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor.
Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at me.
Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that!
Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today!
Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at the colors!
Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two...together! HIYARGH! GARH!
Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.
Frederick: What did you say?!
Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.

A Support

Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?
Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?
Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attended every one of our training sessions recently.
Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! ...Sort of.
Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you…
Henry: Yes?
Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!
Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like...Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!
Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier!
Henry: I always WAS!
Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army.
Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?
Frederick: I'm sure if we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has.
Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know?
Frederick: Then why, pray tell?
Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things.
Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture?
Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too.
Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it...when I find it so...difficult.
Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it?
Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!
Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.

Sully

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

C Support

Sully:: Hey, Henry.
Henry:: Hi, Sully! Need something?
Sully:: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.
Henry:: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!
Sully:: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So, what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?
Henry:: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What about you? Ever curse anybody?
Sully:: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat. I would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.
Henry:: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.
Sully:: *Pluck* Here ya go.
Henry:: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all cursed up.
Sully:: You're awfully sunny for a dark mage.

B Support

Sully:: Mnnngh... Ch-chest...burning! F-fever...rising! C-can't...breathe!
Henry:: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!
Sully:: Hngh... H-Henry?
Henry:: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!
Sully:: C-call it off... P-please…
Henry:: What, already?
Sully:: Grkk... HURRY!
Henry:: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!
Sully:: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.
Henry:: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid minutes left, though.
Sully:: The curse was fatal?!
Henry:: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!
Sully:: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn thing... So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking? Does that have to do with strength or willpower or something?
Henry:: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face, but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.
Sully:: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will... Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.
Henry:: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death altar all set up…
Sully:: I'll let you know.

A Support

Sully:: Hyaaa! ...HAH!
Henry:: *Grunt* Yeow!
Sully:: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you. Are you hurt? I just didn't see you there.
Henry:: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.
Sully:: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.
Henry:: I can't remember BEING upset. Folks here are so nice, and even bad guys are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em to ward off scurvy. That's what I say!
Sully:: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.
Henry:: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.
Sully:: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.
Henry:: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful. You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without pride. I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.
Sully:: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.

S Support

Sully:: Grrrah! ...YAH!
Henry:: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.
Sully:: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.
Henry:: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?
Sully:: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.
Henry:: Sounds like a good one to me!
Sully:: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's another reason you always overwhelm me…
Henry:: Nya ha ha! Guess you'd better do a few more reps then, huh?
Sully:: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.
Henry:: Aw, Sully. You're getting mushy on me, aren't you?
Sully:: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?
Henry:: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special, too. So is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?
Sully:: ......
Henry:: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?
Sully:: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't even flinch. I'll have to train harder than I thought if I want to get the drop on you.
Henry:: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?
Sully:: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.
Henry:: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures! Wanna see?

Miriel

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

C Support

Miriel: Many thanks for your fortuitous assistance the other day.
Henry: Nya ha ha! No problem. But talk about your strange days! When I saw that big snake on your hat, I thought he was a pet.
Miriel: The shade under the tree was pleasant, and my book terribly absorbing. Therefore, I failed to notice when the creature undulated down to my position.
Henry: Good thing I came along when I did, or he'd have chomped your face but good.
Miriel: An ophidian of that size is not capable of "chomping a face." However, I am curious how you managed to dispatch the creature. You did not clasp it in your hand, nor cast any spell I could fathom.
Henry: It was a curse. If I'd used a tome spell, you'd have been in the line of fire, too.
Miriel: A curse? Ah, yes. Dark thaumaturgy not based on this world's elemental forms. I would like to study this skillset further, if I may.
Henry: Why? Do you have someone you want to curse?
Miriel: I'm interested in how such hexes are conjured and the theory behind them.
Henry: You always have to know exactly how things work, huh? Want a demonstration? I could turn Robin into a toad or something.
Miriel: No. The experiment is not of such import that our comrades need be imperiled.
Henry: But it wouldn't be forever! Just a few days at the most.
Miriel: If we were suddenly called to battle, a toad tactician would be most disadvantageous.
Henry: Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Well, maybe I could cast a different kind of hex.
Miriel: So long as the risk is within acceptable parameters.

B Support

Henry: I'm sorry, Miriel. But I can't show you any more curses.
Miriel: How disappointing. My research is nearly ready for peer review.
Henry: Yeah, well, Robin got mad at me. He/She said I'm not allowed to randomly curse people anymore. Pfft.
Miriel: Fortunately, I've already collected enough data to posit a tentative theory of hexing.
Henry: You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come up with ONE theory about them.
Miriel: Hex casting is the art of unleashing magic through a series of movements. It is the ritual itself that grants efficacy, rather than tomes or staves.
Henry: Well, yeah, sure. I just never thought it was all that exciting.
Miriel: Even more fascinating is the extent of your own thaumaturgic energy. If my calculations are correct, you are able to release huge quantities of magical force.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse!
Miriel: I am not privy to the location of this "mage camp." And when exactly did this catastrophe take place?
Henry: Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could have happened.
Miriel: In any case, I am most anxious to investigate the extent of your powers. Will you permit me to carry out additional tests and observations?
Henry: Sure! You can watch me in action for as long as you like.

A Support

Henry: *Sigh* Aw, dang it. Failed again! This is harder than I thought.
Miriel: You seem vexed, Henry. Is something amiss?
Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago? I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her carry her wares.
Miriel: I am told parturiency can indeed be a most trying experience.
Henry: Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids right out of thin air!
Miriel: Fascinating.
Henry: So if the curse is going to work, I need a ritual that can generate new life force. But I can't find even one. Who knew it would be so hard, when killing is so easy?
Miriel: The process of creating life is imbued with mystery and wonder. Many wise sages have tried to fathom the secret without success.
Henry: Gosh. If you and the old wise men don't know how it's done, what hope do I have?
Miriel: I would say the odds are remote indeed. Still, with so much as yet unknown, it may prove an intriguing field of study.
Henry: Say, if you're as curious as me, why don't we study it together?
Miriel: A most meritorious suggestion.

S Support

Henry: Hello, Miriel. How's your research into the whole life-creation thing coming along?
Miriel: Poorly. It appears this is one mystery that will not easily surrender its secrets.
Henry: Yeah, I haven't had much luck myself. Except for one idea...
Miriel: Please, enlighten me.
Henry: Chrom married a woman and had a child, right? So, I was thinking you and me could marry and...you know, see what happens.
Miriel: Fascinating... By experiencing the creation of life firsthand, we might learn to replicate it. That kind of immersion research could lend itself to a substantial breakthrough. But are you truly willing to engage in such a long-term endeavor?
Henry: Sure! I think you're the bee's knees!
Miriel: I find that term difficult to quantify.
Henry: Well, how's this? I'm completely smitten with you. Research or not, I know I want to spend my life with you. So how about it? Do you feel the same way?
Miriel: I have noticed clammy skin and increased heart palpitations in your presence of late.
Henry: That sounds like a yes to me! ...Oh, and here. Take this.
Miriel: Ah. A ring.
Henry: If you wear it, it means we're promised to each other forever and ever!
Miriel: ...Fascinating. The palpitations have returned.
Henry: Well, if you're happy, then I'm thrilled! And even if our experiment with creating life doesn't pan out, I'm okay with that.
Miriel: I see no reason to abandon the research simply because of an espousal.

Sumia

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

C Support

Sumia: Oh no, oh no... What do I do now?
Henry: Hey-o, Sumia! What's shaking? I heard some almighty smash over here!
Sumia: I was carrying this huge stack of bowls, and I tripped on...well, something, and—
Henry: Nya ha ha! Look at all the smashed crockery! That's hilarious!
Sumia: Ugh! What am I going to do? How is everyone going to eat?! I can't just pour the soup in a trough and make them share! Or maybe I could...?
Henry: Hey, no need for the soup buffet. I can fix the bowls.
Sumia: Really? But how?
Henry: I'm a mage! I just wave my wand and mutter a little incantation... Humina humina humina... Presto! The busted bowls are busted no more!
Sumia: Holy snap! That's amazing!
Henry: Yeah, it's just a temporary hex, unfortunately. Tomorrow they'll be in pieces again. But at least folks won't have to eat out of their hats tonight.
Sumia: N-no, that's fine! This gives me time to buy new ones tomorrow. It's funny, I used to think magic was all scary and weird, but I guess not.
Henry: Oh, that spell can certainly be used for evil. All it does is reverse time. See, so if something bad happens to someone and you cast it on them... They have to experience that same tragedy over and over again! Nya ha!
Sumia: Oh, that sounds horrible!
Henry: I know, right? It is! Nya ha ha!

B Support

Sumia: Thank you again for the help with the bowls, Henry.
Henry: No problem! Us dark mages love to help others.
Sumia: It was just like you said—those fixed bowls ended up falling apart again.
Henry: Yeah... Even crockery cannot escape the blood-soaked hand of fate.
Sumia: Um, gross? Anyway, I think it's great you use hexes to help people instead of... Well, whatever nasty thing you could be doing.
Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, it feels pretty great to be able to help others.
Sumia: You know, you could do all kinds of things with that reverse-time spell. Like, revive dead crops, or mend broken arrows during battle, or...whatever!
Henry: Saaay, I could, couldn't I? I like the way you think, Sumia! Those are some hex-cellent ideas!
Sumia: Gosh, do you really think so? I don't normally have good ideas. Most of them are awful, to be honest. I'm not a magic genius like you.
Henry: Would you maybe want to try your hand at a little...dark magic?
Sumia: Well, I have always kind of wondered what it would be like...
Henry: Say no more! ...Er, but give me a little time to get things ready. Next time we meet, you'll be flinging spells like a pro!
Sumia: You'd do that for me?
Henry: Of course! I always wanted to ride a pegasus, after all.
Sumia: Waaait. What kind of hex are you planning here?
Henry: Nya ha ha! You'll see!

A Support

Henry: H-Henry! Wh-what's happening? What have you done to me?!
Sumia: Isn't it obvious? You're me, and I'm you! Clever curse, eh?
Henry: AAAAAARGH!
Sumia: Whoa! Careful with my vocal chords there! Besides, you're the one who wanted to cast spells, right?
Henry: This is NOT what I had in mind!
Sumia: Well, you're about as magic as an old sock, so this was the only way. And while you cast some hexes, I'm going to ride your pegasus all over camp! Woo-hoo! I'm gonna swoop down on people and drop stuff on their heads!
Henry: B-but, wh-what if you fall off?! You might hurt me!
Sumia: Pfft! You fall on your face 10 times a day! This body is made of rubber.
Henry: Okay, but what about YOUR body? It seems pretty flimsy, to be honest. What if I trip into a ditch and snap these little chicken legs of yours?
Sumia: Well, if you're THAT worried about it, I guess we can switch back...
Henry: I think that would be for the best. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Sumia: Hey, no worries! This bodice is kind of freaking me out anyway. Okay, here goes… KA-BLAMMMO!
Henry: ...There. All better.
Sumia: That was...weird.
Henry: You didn't get to spin any dark magic, though. Aren't you disappointed?
Sumia: No. It was a bad idea in the first place. What if I'd cursed you by mistake? What if I'd turned your guts into pudding or whatever it is you dark mages do?
Henry: That would have been awesome! But still, I'm glad you're worried about me.
Sumia: You're a good friend, Henry. Of course I'm worried.
Henry: Aw, thanks, Sumia. Next time, I'll make sure to look out for you.
Sumia: We're not going to switch bodies again, are we?
Henry: Of course we are! I haven't had a chance to ride your pegasus yet!

S Support

Sumia: Well? How did you enjoy your first pegasus ride?
Henry: Ohmigosh! First it was like...WOOOO! And then we were like...PSHAAAW! It was totally fantastic! Thanks for loaning me your body.
Sumia: I'm happy I could help.
Henry: Er, but when I was borrowing your body, I noticed something...funny.
Sumia: Funny...?
Henry: Your heart was racing constantly! I felt giddy and dizzy at the same time. I think you should see a healer soon. What if you have a murmur?
Sumia: Um, actually, Henry, what I have can't be fixed by a healer.
Henry: Oh, and I also noticed it gets a lot worse when you're around me. Now, it could be a systemic cardiovascular issue, but I'm thinking—
Sumia: It's not that. Think hard, and I believe you'll figure it out.
Henry: ...... Oh, wow... I get it now. We have the exact same ailment!
Sumia: We do?
Henry: I think you're amazing, Sumia, and when you're around, my heart goes nuts. So...it sounds like maybe you've got the same thing going on, right?
Sumia: I know it's a bit odd, but I think I've fallen in love with you, Henry.
Henry: Great! That means I didn't waste my money buying you that ring!
Sumia: Ring? Oh my goodness! How did that get on my finger?
Henry: I bought it when I took over your body. It made the fitting a breeze!
Sumia: You wanted to borrow my body so you could check my ring size?! B-but the jeweler might think I'm a pathetic spinster buying her own ring!
Henry: Oh, yeah. He definitely thinks that. Anyway, do you like it?
Sumia: Of course I do, Henry. It's beautiful. You've cast the best hex of all... And I couldn't be happier!

Ricken

Henry	Support information:			Ricken
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Ricken: Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.
Henry: Sure! It's what I do.
Ricken: Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer. Good thing for us you aren't fighting for the other side.
Henry: Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha ha!
Ricken: I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!
Henry: Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds!
Ricken: But we're the good guys...
Henry: Oh, Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could take them both!
Ricken: H-Henry! That's treason!
Henry: Is not.
Ricken: W-well even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll start thinking you ARE an enemy, and then we'll end up fighting for real.
Henry: Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.
Ricken: HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.
Henry: Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All right. I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds—for now, at least.
Ricken: I should hope so!

B Support

Ricken: Hey, Henry?
Henry: What?
Ricken: Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel? It made me wonder... Have we fought against anyone you knew?
Henry: Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.
Ricken: That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.
Henry: He was really excited about that posting—it was his first major command. Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia," he'd say!
Ricken: Oh. That's...nice.
Henry: Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family.
Ricken: ......
Henry: Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless—
Ricken: Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades after all.
Henry: Aw! I thought you were interested.
Ricken: I was, but now everyone seems more...normal than I expected. They're not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us, except they're dead.
Henry: Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.
Ricken: ......
Henry: What's wrong?
Ricken: Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me that they aren't faceless blobs with axes. They have friends, and families, and... H-how am I going to fight them if I know that? What if I hesitate?
Henry: You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.
Ricken: No, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.

A Support

Ricken: Henry, can I ask you a question?
Henry: Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha!
Ricken: Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't you...resent us?
Henry: Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?
Ricken: Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.
Henry: Exactly! So I decided not to.
Ricken: But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?
Henry: No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood.
Ricken: But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding grudges.
Henry: Oh yeah. I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...
Ricken: Er, are you asking me?
Henry: When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.
Ricken: Do you think of me as a friend?
Henry: I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!
Ricken: I suppose it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end, victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...

Maribelle

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

C Support

Maribelle: I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all get darker before we finally spy the dawn. And yet, look at this flower still finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower you are. Stay strong now, little one.
Henry: Hi there, Maribelle! You all right?
Maribelle: ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?
Henry: Oh, I dunno! Since before you launched into that soliloquy, anyway.
Maribelle: Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less! Were you birthed in a barn?
Henry: Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the flower.
Maribelle: I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the... That is to say... Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social betters.
Henry: Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. ...Hmm? What's that, flower? *mumble, mumble* ...Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.
Maribelle: What in the WORLD are you doing?
Henry: Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.
Maribelle: I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness for my sake.
Henry: I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh... Maaaggots...
Maribelle: That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.

B Support

Henry: Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favorite canary.
Maribelle: *Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has withered and died.
Henry: Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?
Maribelle: Henry, can you still...talk to her?
Henry: Nope! Only living stuff.
Maribelle: Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom again... It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such could be my fate.
Henry: Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die... That's just how the world works.
Maribelle: Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour? Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter terror!
Henry: Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?
Maribelle: Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.
Henry: See, now that I can understand. But get this—I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just...poof. Off ya go!
Maribelle: I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?
Henry: Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!
Maribelle: I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.

A Support

Maribelle: Henry, do you have a moment?
Henry: What is it?
Maribelle: I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed something...odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a smile on your face.
Henry: Yep. I love fighting! Pshew! Pshew!
Maribelle: But as a mage, you go into battle with little armor and are often the first one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eyeblink, and yet still you smile!
Henry: It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.
Maribelle: Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.
Henry: Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.
Maribelle: Animals...
Henry: But I'll tell you one thing—there's no reason to be sad about death. Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later—it's just a matter of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.
Maribelle: You think so?
Henry: ...Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats. I'm gonna have to kill them all over again!

S Support

Maribelle: Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?
Henry: Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And believe me, I always look reeeally closely.
Maribelle: That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.
Henry: Why the sudden concern?
Maribelle: Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well, I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! But the more I watch, the more concerned I become. I fear you may throw your life away on some rash act and that I might...lose you.
Henry: It's a definite possibility! We're fighting a war, after all.
Maribelle: Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you because—
Henry: Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without pain?
Maribelle: No! It's not about that! I mean, yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's not the reason.
Henry: Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish my toenail collection?
Maribelle: It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!
Henry: Huh?!
Maribelle: Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?
Henry: Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed, Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.
Maribelle: Oh, Henry. Is this true?
Henry: Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. ...Blood-red shining armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together. Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay! ...Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.
Maribelle: The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.

Panne

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

C Support

Panne: Nnh? Wha—? Who is...? G-get off me, man-spawn! Wake up!
Henry: Mmm? Oh, hey! Mornin'!
Panne: Do not "morning" me, Plegian curse slinger. Get away at once!
Henry: Hey, I've got a name, you know. It's Henry!
Panne: I have no use for the name of a filthy Grimleal craven.
Henry: That's not very neighborly, now is it? What difference does one's religion make? I just want to be friends!
Panne: I will have no dealings with your ilk! Your lot killed the exalt in cold blood. You stole Emmeryn from her people.
Henry: Hey, I haven't killed a single exalt! And besides, I tried to save her. I was the one who told you the exalt was going to be killed, remember?
Panne: I remember. You made quite a spectacle of yourself in the process.
Henry: Yeah, well, I knew I had to do something!
Panne: What reason would you have to spare the exalt's life?
Henry: Ylisse is weak enough as it is. If the exalt were assassinated, I worried they'd lose the war in a week! That would have been a terrible waste of a perfectly fun war.
Panne: THAT was your reason?!
Henry: Not that it made much difference in the end. Whoops! Nya ha ha.
Panne: Bah! You are strange and unpleasant. Do not speak to me again.

B Support

Henry: Hey, Panne!
Panne: Keep your distance, Plegian viper.
Henry: Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad with names because you're a half-beast?
Panne: Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?
Henry: Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a compliment!
Panne: What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!
Henry: Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me.
Panne: For what possible reason?
Henry: My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.
Panne: I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ...As much it pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.
Henry: Nya ha! Yay!
Panne: But understand this—I have no intention of forgiving what you Grimleal have done.
Henry: So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?
Panne: Are you mad? Have you no sense of fealty to your warren?
Henry: Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.
Panne: You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought. ...Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.
Henry: I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?
Panne: Only if you can keep up.

A Support

Panne: When I said you could follow me, I didn't mean indefinitely. Just how long do you intend to keep this up?
Henry: I was thinking indefinitely, actually. Why, do you not want me around?
Panne: Of course not. I hate humans. I've always hated humans.
Henry: Oh, riiight. That. Hey, tell ya what. In that case, howzabout I curse Chrom to death?
Panne: Are you mad?!
Henry: Everyone would panic, and the war would escalate more and more. Humans all over would suffer like never before, and blammo! Panne's happy!
Panne: I do not wish for any of that! It would dishonor the memory of Emmeryn. No future can be built upon hate, and random human suffering buys me no joy.
Henry: Geez, Panne. What WILL convince you to let me stick around? You remind me of the fuzzy animals that raised me, and they all died, and now I... Come on, Panne. Please don't abandon me like my parents did. I'll do anything you want. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Enemies? Gone! Rivals? Kaput!
Panne: I don't doubt that. The lives of others mean nothing to you. You have so much to learn, Henry. And if I am the only one capable of teaching it, then so be it. I won't abandon you.
Henry: Woo-hoo!

S Support

Panne: Lesson one: everyone in this camp is an ally to be cherished.
Henry: Could you be a bit more specific?
Panne: Hmm... Treat them the same as you would the animals that raised you.
Henry: But you hate humans.
Panne: I've come to learn some humans aren't so bad. For example, I don't hate anyone here.
Henry: All right. If you say so, I'll play nice.
Panne: Good. Coexist with them long enough, and I'm sure you'll find your humanity. ...Heh. To think the day would come when I'd encourage someone to be MORE human.
Henry: Hey, Panne? Will you take this?
Panne: Hmm? What is it?
Henry: It's a wedding ring! It's a promise that you'll always stay with someone. I don't ever want to be alone again, but I need a promise. So, um, please? Please be my family?
Panne: ...I think I finally understand why I was never able to really get mad at you.
Henry: Oh?
Panne: We're too alike, you and I. We both lost our families and lived alone too long. But no more. I accept your ring. From now on, we are each other's family.
Henry: Great! It's a promise! Thanks, Panne!

Cordelia

Henry	Support information:				Cordelia
	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...