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Avatar (M)

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

C Support

Libra: ......

Avatar: Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?

Libra: I'm drawing a picture.

Avatar: Whoa, that's very good! Great shading, exquisite detail, and through it all, an air of melancholy... It's very like you.

Libra: Melancholy? Truly?

Avatar: I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just ignore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.

Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it either.

Avatar: Really? But you're so talented!

Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack artistic soul.

Avatar: Poppycock! I mean look at this sketch—it's BURSTING with soul! I bet whoever told you that was simply jealous of your talent.

Libra: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Here, you can have this if you like it so much.

Avatar: Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?

Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.

Avatar: Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly accept. Thank you.

B Support

Avatar: Tsk! I just can't get this color right.

Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND behind your ear.

Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!

Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?

Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawings has inspired me to take up the palette myself... But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.

Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look... Oh...dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd color for her face... And the left eye is rather...oblong. Still, a fine first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.

Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.

Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.

Avatar: You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your face—I should just give up.

Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!

Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how talented YOU are. I look at that picture you gave me every day, you know?

Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?

Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of peace. I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march, so I pack it very carefully.

Libra: You're the first person who's ever valued one of my works so highly. And though pride would be a sin, I'm...pleased that you treasure it so.

A Support

Avatar: *Sigh*

Libra: What's wrong, Avatar? You seem most upset.

Avatar: I am, Libra. I am... That wonderful drawing you gave me was torn to shreds. It's ruined completely.

Libra: During the last battle, I assume? When we were suddenly forced to break camp?

Avatar: Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so... Oh, I miss it already...

Libra: Don't get upset, Avatar. I can draw you another one.

Avatar: But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?

Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!

Avatar: Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!

Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?

Avatar: How about a self-portrait?

Libra: Er, you want to hang a picture of me on your tent wall? The picture you look at every night before sleeping?

Avatar: Why not? You are one of my closest friends, after all. Is that a problem?

Libra: Well, it's just that the last time I did a self-portrait, everyone though it was a woman. Even after I specifically tried to play up my more manly features...

Avatar: That...must have been embarrassing.

Libra: Well, not that it matters. It's hardly my fault if people can't see the blindingly obvious, is it?

Avatar: Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me, then? It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remind me I was once young and handsome!

Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!

Avatar: Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you know...

Avatar (F)

Libra	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

Libra: ......

Avatar: Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?

Libra: I'm drawing a picture.

Avatar: Gracious, that's very good! Great shading, exquisite detail, and through it all, an air of melancholy... It's very like you.

Libra: Melancholy? Truly?

Avatar: I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just ignore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.

Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it, either.

Avatar: Really? But you're so talented!

Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack artistic soul.

Avatar: Poppycock! I mean look at this sketch-it's BURSTING with soul!I bet whoever told you that was simply jealous of your talent.

Libra: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Here, you can have this if you like it so much.

Avatar: Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?

Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.

Avatar: Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly accept. Thank you.

B Support

Avatar: Tsk! I just can't get this color right.

Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND behind your ear.

Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!

Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?

Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette myself...But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.

Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look... Oh... dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd color for her face... And the left eye is rather... oblong. Still, a fine first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.

Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.

Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.

Avatar: You don't have to say anything, I can see it in your face. I should just give up.

Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!

Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how talented YOU are. I gaze on that picture you gave me every day, you know?

Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?

Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of peace. I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march, so I pack it very carefully.

Libra: You're the first person who's ever values one of my works so highly. And though pride be a sin, I'm... pleased that you treasure it so.

A Support

Avatar: *Sigh*

Libra: What's wrong, Avatar? You seem most upset.

Avatar: I am, Libra. I am... That wonderful drawing you gave me was torn to shreds. It's ruined completely.

Libra: During the last battle, I assume? When we were suddenly forced to break camp?

Avatar: Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so... Oh, I miss it already...

Libra: Don't get upset, Avatar. I can draw you another one.

Avatar: But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?

Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!

Avatar: Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!

Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?

Avatar: How about a self-portrait?

Libra: Er, you want to hang a picture of ME on your tent wall? The picture that you look at every night before sleeping?

Avatar: Is that a problem?

Libra: Well, it's just that the last time I did a self-portrait, everyone thought it was a woman. Even after I specifically tried to play up my more manly features...

Avatar: That... must have been embarrassing.

Libra: Well, not that it matters. It's hardly my fault if people can't see the blindingly obvious, is it?

Avatar: Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me, then? It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remind me I was once young and beautiful!

Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!

Avatar: Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you know...

S Support

Libra: Ah, Avatar. I have completed the portrait you requested.

Avatar: You have? Let me see it!

Libra: Here you are...

Avatar: Oh! Gracious! Is that... ME?! You... You flatter me, Libra. It's too much... This person is so ravishing and glamorous, no one will imagine it's meant to be me.

Libra: Well, I was not after an exact likeness. I only hoped to capture a small fraction of the radiant beauty that suffuses you. Sadly, my humble skills were not up to the task of capturing perfection on the canvas. Perhaps such things are best left to the gods themselves.

Avatar: Heh, now it's REALLY too much... Still, what a wonderful picture. I must give you something in return. What would you have, Libra?

Libra: I am a man of the gods; I desire no worldly goods. But, if you were to accept one more gift, I would consider the debt settled.

Avatar: Er, I don't think I follow your math there.

Libra: This should make the equation clear.

Avatar: A ring?! B-but... Are you... Are you proposing to me?

Libra: For some time now, I have found myself falling more and more in love with you...

Avatar: Oh... I... I had no idea.

Libra: I apologize if I've put you in an awkward position. Of course, if you are not-

Avatar: No, not at all! I'm thrilled, Libra! Because... I'm in love with you, too. That's why I was so upset when I lost the picture you gave me.

Libra: If you accept my proposal, I would paint you pictures for the rest of our days.

Avatar: Well how could I turn down an offer like that? I'll be surrounded by beautiful art, and looked after by a beautiful partner.

Libra: Er, don't you mean "handsome" partner...? B-but don't mind me! I just feel so manly whenever I'm around you.

Libra (Confession): I'm yours forever, my love. May the gods smile upon our union, and bring us joy in the years to come.

Lissa

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

C Support

Lissa: Hey, Libra! Come test your courage with me!

Libra: I beg your pardon? Is fighting this war not a sufficient test?

Lissa: It's a training exercise Avatar dreamed up a while back. It's supposed to "hone our ability to adapt to unexpected conditions." I know, blah blah blah, right? But let's do it anyway!

Libra: Well, it certainly sounds like a worthy cause... I'd be happy to help!

Lissa: Yay! Okay, so now the two of us have to pair up and find Avatar.

Libra: Just the two of us?

Lissa: Yup, those are the rules. We all pair up and search for Avatar.

Libra: Might I ask why you thought to choose me as your partner?

Lissa: Because you're a PRIEST! ...Duh! If we meet any ghosts out on the trail, you can zap 'em with prayer magic!

Libra: There is no such thing as "zapping with prayer magic"! What's more, I doubt this training exercise involves the souls of the depar-

Lissa: Blaaah dee blah dee blah! Now come on! Let's get moving!

Libra: Y-you needn't pull, Lissa! I'm coming!

B Support

Lissa: Hey, so I only noticed during that training exercise, but you're REALLY pretty! Your skin is perfect! Your hair is perfect! It's soooo not fair!

Libra: Not... fair?

Lissa: AND you're tall and sweet and you even SMELL nice! You're a one-man show of everything I wish I had, but I don't.

Libra: You have a host of traits I lack as well, Lissa.

Lissa: Name one! ...Or more, if you want.

Libra: You're extremely expressive. You treat every person you meet fairly and equally. Your cheery disposition spreads to all those around you. You are ever true to yourself. I would gladly trade any element of my appearance for that beauty in your heart.

Lissa: Oh, I...

Libra: Something the matter, milady?

Lissa: It's EMBRASSING! I expected a little buttering up, not the whole crock!

Libra: Heh, my apologies. I just find is so easy to talk with you. Another of your finer traits, now that I think about it.

Lissa: Hey, you smiled! That's a rare treat.

Libra: Is it?

Lissa: Yeah!

Libra: And you noticed? Have you been... watching me?

Lissa: ...I guess I have, now that you mention it. I wonder why?

Libra: Heh, well, if you find an answer, I would be eager to hear it.

Lissa: Lemme get back to ya on that one!

A Support

Lissa: Libra? Libra!

Libra: Lissa? What has you in such a state?

Lissa: I figured it out! I know why I've been watching you all the time!

Libra: Oh?

Lissa: It's because you're like a ghost!

Libra: Um... pardon?

Lissa: Is that weird? I thought it was weird. But I think lots of stuff is weird, so-

Libra: What do you mean?

Lissa: I first noticed it when we were together for that training exercise. There are times when you seem kinda like a vision... or a mirage... I mean, someone so tall and beautiful would normally be the center of all attention! But with you I almost feel like you might up and vanish if I ever take my eyes off you. Anyway, so, um, yeah. That's it. ...Sorry. I know it probably sounds pretty crazy.

Libra: Perhaps, but somehow... I'm actually quite flattered.

Lissa: So how do you see me, huh? Come on, fair's fair and all!

Libra: You? You are positively bursting with life! The very opposite of myself.

Lissa: Oh, that's not true at all! You may give off a ghostly feel, but you're the liveliest alive person I know!

Libra: Well, I'm quite certain that's the first time that's ever been said about me...

S Support

Lissa: Libra! ...Libra, are you there?

Libra: Yes. No cause for alarm, Lissa. This ghost hasn't disappeared yet.

Lissa: Aw, c'mon, you know I didn't mean that in a bad way!

Libra: Heh heh, I know, I know. And you know I said I'm not going anywhere.

Lissa: Yeah, but that's not enough. I still worry all the time... Welp! I guess the only answer is to stay by your side forever!

Libra: ...Lissa?

Lissa: Huh? Oh. OH! I said that out loud, didn't I...

Libra: Indeed, and I'm so happy you did... I feel the same, Lissa. ...I always have.

Lissa: Er, you do? You have?!

Libra: Yes, and I always will... If you will have me?

Lissa: But... Y-you don't mean...

Libra: Will you accept this, Lissa?

Lissa: A ring...

Libra: Nay, a promise. A promise to stay with each other, as long as we draw breath. Stand vigil and keep me grounded, Lissa. Keep me tied to this place, and to you.

Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! I'll stay at your side until the sun stops rising!

Libra: I don't think I've ever felt so alive as I do now, in this moment, with you.

Virion

Libra	Support information:			Virion
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Libra: It's remarkable how much rubbish an army on the march leaves behind! I'd best pitch in and help clean up. ...Ungh! This is heavier than it looks! *Gasp* It suddenly feels lighter! But how?!
Virion: Such slender, delicate arms are ill suited to this kind of work!
Libra: ...Virion?
Virion: Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow over there that needs moving if you want to help.
Libra: Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion.
Virion: Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be reduced to hauling trash.
Libra: ......
Virion: What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?
Libra: I'm a man.
Virion: Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, you have wit to... Erm, to match? Yes? Hmm... Except now that I look more closely at your face... *gulp*
Libra: It's all right. It happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross.
Virion: You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How could I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars…
Libra: Are you all right?
Virion: N-nothing! It's just that...your eyes are...so very shiny and pretty... Like two pools...of...something…
Libra: Can we just get back to work?

B Support

Libra: Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did someone strike you?
Virion: What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked her if she was a woman. Ha ha! Oh, you should have heard the sound of her palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.
Libra: How...unfortunate.
Virion: Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a result!
Libra: Er, I'm sorry?
Virion: When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell me, good la—sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?
Libra: Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I found the faith.
Virion: Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also tough and tenacious!
Libra: Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble servant of the gods.
Virion: Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum! Libra: Virion? You are a very strange man. Virion: (That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)

A Support

Libra: I suppose I'd best get started.
Virion: Ho, Libra! That's a mighty pile of lumber you have there!
Libra: Yes, it is. The temple nearby is short of firewood, so I thought to do a little log splitting.
Virion: You mustn't ruin those perfect hands! Here, let me help.
Libra: No, please. I've got this.
Virion: No no, I insist! As one friend to the other! Now let's get chopping.
Virion: *Pant, pant* L-Libra? S-stop chopping... I implore you... M-my arms... So...tired and...rubbery…
Libra: What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.
Virion: H-halfway?! I've been...swinging that...that infernal axe...for hours... Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is...confused... Visions of logs...piled before me... A mighty tower...reaching to the sky... Which, when I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army of madmen collected this uncountable mass of dead trees?
Libra: I did.
Virion: Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?
Libra: I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are you done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.
Virion: Er, very well, if you insis—OOF! I-it's heavier...*grunt*...than it l-looks… J-just...got...to...h-hang on...a little...bit...longer... OH, BLAST!
Libra: Virion, look out!
Virion: Hm? I...I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that massive weight in my arms…
Libra: It's all right. I caught hold of you just in time.
Virion: Libra! You saved me!
Libra: It would appear so. Are you unharmed?
Virion: Er, yes. I think so.
Libra: Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.
Virion: Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles…
Libra: Sorry? Did you say something?
Virion: Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend. Man...friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you for saving me.
Libra: Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as well.

Sully

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

C Support

Libra: Hoofprints? This far out? Hmm... It seems they continue for some distance.
Sully: Looking for something, Libra? I can help if you want.
Libra: Ah, Sully. You are very kind. And what's more, you've helped already. For it seems you are responsible for the far-ranging hoofprints.
Sully: You mean my HORSE is responsible, right? Anyway, sounds like you've got time on your hands. Mind if we talk for a bit?
Libra: I'm afraid I haven't much of interest to say, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Sully: With all the newcomers we're taking on, the camp's gotten pretty busy. It's hard to get any privacy, huh? I imagine it must be doubly hard for a woman like you.
Libra: ...... I'm a man.
Sully: Oh. Right. Er, yeah. Of course. Well, this is pretty damn awkward.
Libra: Please. It's not an unfamiliar situation for me. Though I must say, your question is somewhat perplexing. Aren't you capable of supplying a woman's perspective yourself?
Sully: Well, yeah, sure. But...you know. I'm not exactly GIRLY. ...Gods, that came out wrong. Er, look. I'll just ask someone else. Thanks for your time, though!
Libra: Of course.

B Support

Sully: Do you have a moment, Libra?
Libra: Yes, of course. What is it?
Sully: Look, I'm sorry as hell that—
Libra: Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already—
Sully: Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.
Libra: That's...ominous.
Sully: I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to know... How do you feel about looking so...pretty? I mean...lady pretty?
Libra: Oh. That is...not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere, actually. But why do you ask?
Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other day got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.
Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp.
Sully: What makes you say that?
Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be.
Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.
Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell.
Sully: Libra…
Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it.

A Support

Sully: Do you have a dream, Libra? Any grand goal in life?
Libra: Hmm... I suppose it would be to see the world at peace once more.
Sully: Har! I figured you'd say something along those lines. You know, it's okay to want something for yourself once in a while.
Libra: To see happiness in others brings me equal amounts of joy.
Sully: Yeah, I'm sure that's true. But sometimes you still have to think of JUST you. It's like you're actively trying to deny yourself pleasure or happiness. I just wonder why sometimes, is all.
Libra: I wonder why it is you would trouble yourself so over a humble man like me.
Sully: Maybe I'm just a nosy jerk. Ever think of that? Or maybe... Well, I dunno. I just like you, I guess.
Libra: Oh?
Sully: It's like you and me are kindred spirits in a way. The tomboy to end all tomboys, and the most beautiful man in the land!
Libra: Heh. Opposites though we are, we share quite a bit. I feel a closeness to you as well.
Sully: So what do you say? You and me, partners for the long haul?
Libra: I would be honored.

S Support

Libra: Might I have a moment?
Sully: Uh, Libra! S-sure! What's up?
Libra: Are you feeling well? You look flustered.
Sully: Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered what I said the other day. I guess I'm kind of embarrassed. To listen to me run my mouth off, you'd think I was professing my love.
Libra: ...Then you weren't?
Sully: Of course not!
Libra: Well, it appears to be my turn to feel ashamed. I fear I mistook your words. How vain I must have been to go so far as to procure this…
Sully: Oh, damn. You got me a ring.
Libra: I am terribly sorry. I was so thrilled to hear we saw one another as kindred spirits, and I just... I'll dispose of this. Please think no more of it.
Sully: W-wait! It'd be a shame to waste it! I mean, it's so... Um... I accept, Libra.
Libra: This is not the sort of item I would have you accept out of pity. For a thing so small, it bears more weight than I would trouble anyone to bear.
Sully: Well, I'm pretty good at lifting heavy stuff.
Libra: But…
Sully: I'm not doing this out of pity, you damn fool! I'm doing it because I like you. ...And I want to live my life with you.
Libra: Then I will give it gladly!

Miriel

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

C Support

Old Villager:: Thank you, Libra. I feel your words have parted the dark clouds about my heart.
Libra:: It gladdens me to hear that, my child.
Miriel:: ......
Old Villager:: The parables you've shared have lent my life a sense of direction. I feel hope rekindled in my breast. I cannot begin to thank you.
Libra:: Your path will hold its share of hardship, but I pray you keep that hope alive.
Miriel:: ......
Libra:: Hmm? Oh, Miriel. What are you doing here?
Miriel:: Observing.
Libra:: That conversation just now? I fear it's hardly anything so grand as to merit study. I merely shared the teachings of Ylisse to those villagers eager to listen.
Miriel:: And were they receptive?
Libra:: I believe that faith will find a home in them. Such teachings offer a guide to life and are a steadfast beacon in these dark times. I pray it will also sustain them in the lean days ahead.
Miriel:: If the teachings bear such salubrious effect, why not share them with greater numbers?
Libra:: Naturally, were it possible, I would share them with everyone! Er, but why do you bring this up?
Miriel:: By my observations, your methodology is highly inefficient. It vexes me.
Libra:: Inefficient?
Miriel:: Indeed. Assembling an audience, selecting the venue, promulgating the message... A scientific approach to these factors would yield a far more efficient modus.
Libra:: Perhaps, but that isn't—
Miriel:: Possible? Poppycock. Anything is possible. Given a thorough analysis of the germane phenomena, a sound theory will emerge. However, in the absence of empirical data, you might dismiss it as idle speculation. Therefore I must prove it through a physical implementation.
Libra:: You will do what now?
Miriel:: I will show that it can be done. However, I fear I am unfit to preach the teachings of Ylisse. In this capacity, I would enlist your aid. I will furnish the mechanism, you the words. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must begin planning posthaste.
Libra:: W-wait, Miriel! ...Oh dear.

B Support

Miriel:: I have the results from our previous discussion.
Libra:: Ah, yes. Your method to spread my teachings to a broader audience.
Miriel:: Precisely. A unified fundamental theory has emerged from my investigation. First, the venue must be of sufficient capacity and easily accessed. Before speaking, the event must be made public knowledge among nearby villages. During the gathering itself, wind magic is to be employed to amplify your voice. Now then. For the next—
Libra:: H-hold on just a moment, Miriel.
Miriel:: Is something amiss?
Libra:: Your plan is to gather a large crowd and speak to all of them at once?
Miriel:: Quite. In so doing, you mitigate effort and time requirements by the greatest margin.
Libra:: Yes, but I can't address individual people in such a system.
Miriel:: Nor ought you. Speaking the same words to followers one by one is hideously inefficient. Gathering them and addressing the lot in one fell stroke is a far superior plan.
Libra:: Superior in time and effort spent, perhaps, but—
Miriel:: The plan will succeed. Further peer review is wholly unnecessary.
Libra:: ...Very well. If you're that certain, we should try it.
Miriel:: I will make manifest the eminence of my methodology!

A Support

Miriel:: The theory is sound, and yet…
Libra:: Is something wrong, Miriel?
Miriel:: My data shows attendance is waning at your religious gatherings. The logs clearly indicate more people came to the initial meetings than come now.
Libra:: Yes, I'd noticed as well.
Miriel:: But my modus is theoretically sound. I've just revisited all my assumptions, and they withstand the strictest scrutiny. Yet data cannot lie.
Libra:: Well, perhaps your ideas failed to account for a critical element.
Miriel:: Such as?
Libra:: The human heart. Oh, don't get me wrong—your method gets my words to more ears than ever. But the message stops at the ears, I fear, and does not travel to the heart.
Miriel:: A defect in amplification, then?
Libra:: Um... Not exactly, no. Every individual listens to the teachings of Ylisse for different reasons. If I limit my sermons to truths that apply equally to all, they fall short. Only by showing the relevance to each person's life can I truly reach them.
Miriel:: A logical postulation. Perhaps I was indeed myopic in my designs. Were you certain from the start that my method would fail?
Libra:: I thought offering salvation to a mob would be...difficult, yes.
Miriel:: Then why did you consent to the mass gatherings? Or was I simply too heedless and stubborn to hear your objections?
Libra:: A bit, perhaps. But mostly, I thought your plan might yield a different sort of benefit.
Miriel:: And did it?
Libra:: Indeed it did! You've given me the opportunity to meet more people than I ever could have alone!
Miriel:: Curious. Libra:: I had grown rigid in my methods, Miriel—a lesson I hope you will take to heart. Your work was a success in terms of meeting converts, but it was only a step. And so I must continue the work that we started on a more personal level.
Miriel:: There is merit in what you say.
Libra:: I'm thrilled to hear it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd best head off to have some of those conversations.
Miriel:: I hope you will permit me to offer my continued assistance as well.

S Support

Miriel:: Another successful gathering today?
Libra:: Absolutely. I can't thank you enough for all your help of late, Miriel.
Miriel:: I am glad to be of service. And this has proven a most fruitful area of personal study as well.
Libra:: Oh? What have you learned?
Miriel:: That any system-built theory is only as efficacious as the dedication of the user. This is a known scientific truth, but one I had yet to learn so viscerally.
Libra:: The parables hold similar words. ...Albeit smaller ones.
Miriel:: This endeavor has sparked a curiosity in me to better understand the human heart. This will help transport my theories from the realm of abstraction into the tangible.
Libra:: Perhaps you might begin by examining the contents of my heart?
Miriel:: I had not planned to do so.
Libra:: Then perhaps offering you this will spark your curiosity.
Miriel:: ...Ah. A ring. Inductive extrapolation suggests this is a proposal of marriage.
Libra:: Look into your own heart, Miriel. What do you find?
Miriel:: Wonderment and joy in equal parts. Or so it would seem.
Libra:: And do the contents of your heart move you to accept this ring?
Miriel:: The sum of its contents provide an unequivocally affirmative response. Still, it is most curious. These sensations are demonstrably real, but hardly logical.
Libra:: A fine subject for further investigation. I'll have to make sure you never lack for future data!

Maribelle

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

C Support

Maribelle: Good day, sir. Here to offer up a prayer?
Libra: Indeed. And yourself?
Maribelle: I make it a part of each morning.
Libra: A commendable endeavor. Might I join you?
Maribelle: But of course.
Libra: Come to think of it, I fear I haven't yet properly thanked you.
Maribelle: Oh? Whatever for?
Libra: Forgotten, have you? It was an all-too-common happening for me, I'm afraid. I was approached by a pack of drunkards who had taken me for a woman. I suspect they still feel the sting of the tongue-lashing you gave them now. Not to further endanger my masculinity, but you were my knight in shining armor.
Maribelle: Ahh, yes. I recall it now. I was given quite the dressing-down myself back at camp! A number of others thought it rash of me.
Libra: Well I, for one, am a grateful recipient of your just and decisive valor. You have my thanks.
Maribelle: I acted mostly to quell my own indignation at those boors, I assure you. But if I was of some small service to you as well, so much the better. Your words help bolster the strength of my convictions.
Libra: Then you are most welcome!

B Support

Maribelle: Hmm... A difficult quandary, to be sure.
Libra: Is something on your mind, Maribelle? I can hear the gears in your head turning from here.
Maribelle: I've been reading a chronicle of court cases as a part of my studies of late. The decision in one such case has left me quite conflicted.
Libra: Might I ask what manner of trial it was that has you so vexed?
Maribelle: A child cast out by her parents was driven by hunger to steal from an aristocrat.
Libra: Orphan or not, it seems a clear enough matter. Regardless of the reason, all crimes against a noble house are capital offenses.
Maribelle: Yet should a noble commit the same crime to the commoner, the sentence is light. Surely that cannot be considered justice!
Libra: Then you would have the laws apply equally to all, regardless of station?
Maribelle: This is not a matter of inviting the local squalor to a dinner party, sir! All must be equal in the eyes of the law, else we cannot claim them fair.
Libra: All, you say? Even the unwanted children of lowborn parents?
Maribelle: Naturally.
Libra: I must confess, I never thought to hear someone espouse such views.
Maribelle: Have I said anything so shocking?
Libra: Quite the contrary. Your words are warm and fair. I feel proud to have met so pure a person. Redeemed, even.

A Support

Maribelle: I've made up my mind, Libra. When this war is won, I shall start another.
Libra: A war, Maribelle?
Maribelle: Indeed. I aim to fight for the rights of all citizens as a minister of the law!
Libra: Someone of your elevated station would fight on behalf of the meager masses?
Maribelle: Of course. I'll start in Ylisse, then take the fight to Ferox, Plegia, and everywhere else. I'll fight each battle until none suffer under the burden of an unequal body of law.
Libra: Bending other kingdoms to your will is no mean task, even with an army at your back. To do so with diplomacy alone is a monumental undertaking, Maribelle.
Maribelle: I'm well aware of the madness of it, but my mind is set firm.
Libra: Why would you take up such a colossal burden of your own free will?
Maribelle: Because of your words, Libra. The joy and the pride they stirred in me. You thanked me for something that ought to be a given, and you said you felt redeemed. If my efforts could bring redemption to more people, no burden is too great.
Libra: I merely spoke my mind. I never thought to impart such grand or weighty meaning.
Maribelle: Yet your words changed my life just the same. And for that, you have my thanks.

S Support

Libra: Maribelle, about what you said before... You're certain that is the life you desire?
Maribelle: I never back down once I've set my mind on something.
Libra: That's impressively stubborn.
Maribelle: Yes, and utterly uncharming. I'm well aware.
Libra: That stubborn lack of charm is just another part of your considerable charm.
Maribelle: My, my. You've a gift for flattery.
Libra: I assure you, I'm entirely sincere.
Maribelle: Libra...?
Libra: Oh, Maribelle... Will you marry me?
Maribelle: You can't talk me out of my mad crusade, so you'd keep me locked up at home?!
Libra: Perish the thought! I wish to fight your crusade with you.
Maribelle: If that's a jest, I'm not laughing. And if it isn't, I'm laughing even less!
Libra: More's the pity, as your laugh is music to my ears! But if it's any aid in convincing you of my sincerity, I procured this.
Maribelle: That ring... It's beautiful.
Libra: Will you do me the honor of accepting it?
Maribelle: ...... This marks a second time your words have changed the course of my life.
Libra: A change for the better, one hopes?
Maribelle: No doubt. If you would promise yourself to me, I would be thrilled to do the same.
Libra: I am yours until my last breath.

Panne

Libra	Support information:				Panne
	C: 3 pts.	B: 7 pts.	A: 11 pts.	S: 16 pts.

C Support

Libra: Might I beg a moment of your time?
Panne: You get one moment. State your business, priest.
Libra: I wanted to thank you.
Panne: You owe me nothing.
Libra: But I do. You saved Lady Emmeryn from assassination. As an Ylissean citizen and a man of the cloth, I owe you my gratitude.
Panne: I saved no one. Emmeryn lived only long enough to fall into the next snare.
Libra: ...... You were there, then. When she... Ah, I fear we both witnessed it.
Panne: ......
Libra: I see that what happened to her pains you even now. I, too, still grieve. I cannot help but feel that I failed her somehow.
Panne: What, then? You would have the two of us sit around licking each other's wounds?
Libra: No, I merely thought to—
Panne: You are human. I am taguel. Linger near me and you'll be viewed with suspicion by your kind.
Libra: You're worried for my reputation? That's very gallant.
Panne: Watch your words, man-spawn, lest you get yourself hurt.
Libra: My apologies...

B Support

Libra: Hello, Panne.
Panne: What now, priest?
Libra: I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask. Why did you come to the exalt's aid?
Panne: Can you not believe a taguel would help a human?
Libra: Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before?
Panne: No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended of the first exalt.
Libra: Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago?
Panne: It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor—or even pets—we were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a swift execution, to serve as an example.
Libra: I've never heard of such cruelty.
Panne: Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the same," he said. "Equal beings. No difference separates human and taguel."
Libra: ......
Panne: It was a platitude then, as now. But in that platitude, my kind found salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should any exalt ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of cost.
Libra: I see.
Panne: Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my people and put my warren to ruin, that is.
Libra: Panne, I haven't the words to tell you—
Panne: I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time.
Libra: Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne. And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I thank you for sharing your story with me.
Panne: Hmph.

A Support

Libra: Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an altercation with some of the other soldiers?
Panne: I don't see how that's your concern.
Libra: Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can express my own displeasure.
Panne: ...You heard, then?
Libra: Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me?
Panne: Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day.
Libra: You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion. I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly.
Panne: I didn't ask your opinion. ...... Speaking with you made me feel better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even.
Libra: You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its glow.
Panne: You're mad. And a terrible flatterer.
Libra: Apologies. Have I embarrassed you?
Panne: ...Hmph.

S Support

Libra: Panne. There is a matter of import that I would discuss with you. Might I—
Panne: Speak your business.
Libra: Very well. I would like to ask only that you listen and give me a fair chance. ...And that you accept this ring.
Panne: ......
Libra: ......
Panne: ......
Libra: Er, Panne? I thank you for accepting the ring, but, um... Have you nothing to say?
Panne: You asked me to listen.
Libra: Of all the times to start doing as you're asked…
Panne: Come again?
Libra: N-never mind. I retract my prior request for listening. Please, speak your mind. Be frank.
Panne: I feel like leaping across a mountain range.
Libra: ...Is it safe to assume that means you're happy?
Panne: That's not it. Something greater. I suspect this is...bliss.
Libra: Well, I'm blissful to hear it! And relieved…
Panne: What made you think to give me this?
Libra: Greed, I fear. I succumbed to my baser inclinations. When presented with your brilliant light, I knew I had to have it all to myself.
Panne: That's quite the desire, to have driven a man of the cloth to fall from grace. Perhaps I should be the one thanking your gods and your exalt.
Libra: Mostly I feel like thanking you, Panne.
Panne: Hah. You've done pretty well, yourself.

Gaius

Libra	Support information:			Gaius
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Gaius: Hmm? What's this fancy little doll doing here?
Libra: Excuse me, sir. I believe that is mine. I must have dropped it earlier.
Gaius: Righto, then. Here you go! So what is that little doodad, anyway? A graven image of one of your gods?
Libra: Oh, no. It's just a toy doll, really. The children at the orphanage have been asking me for toys. They wanted something they could hold at night—to help them sleep, you see.
Gaius: You sewed a doll for a pack of whelps you barely know? I think there's a special place for you in heaven, Padre!
Libra: Oh, it's not so bad. It only takes me a few hours to construct each one. And to be frank, such honest labor scarcely feels like work at all.
Gaius: Some days, just getting out of bed is labor enough for me... Say, though. You ever considered giving the little moppets sweets as well?
Libra: Sweets?
Gaius: You know, sugary stuff. Pastries and whatnot? Kids love 'em.
Libra: Oh, I see. No, I had no such plans. The thought never occurred to me. But perhaps it is something to keep in mind for the next visit. Thank you, Gaius. I'm glad this chat wasn't a complete waste of time.
Gaius: Er... Me, too? Although... Hmm...
Libra: Yes? Something on your mind?
Gaius: Well, I'm just thinking... I mean, let's say you make enough sweets for an entire orphanage. That's going to be a LOT of sweets, right? Massive piles of 'em. So maybe you might put aside a couple for, say, the man who gave you the idea? I mean, it's only fair, right?
Libra: ...You're asking me to steal sweets from orphans?

B Support

Libra: O gods, hear my plea and partake—
Gaius: Hey there, Padre. Having a little chat with the management, are we?
Libra: I was praying, if that's what you mean. Perhaps you would care to join me? A good soul cleansing can do wonders for one's mood.
Gaius: I've never been much for talking to the blokes upstairs, you know? Still, what can it hurt just this once? So, uh, how's this work? I can ask for anything I want, or what?
Libra: Well, it is true that many people pray to receive things for themselves. But originally, prayers were not used to beseech the gods for favors. Rather, they were used to give thanks for blessings already received.
Gaius: Blessings, eh? So I could say thanks for candied figs and honey cakes? Oh, and fruit pies, too?
Libra: Er, yes. I suppose so. If they are something you feel profoundly grateful for.
Gaius: Profoundly doesn't begin to cover it. ...So, er, do I kneel or what? Is there a bench involved somehow?
Libra: It is customary to bend the knee in supplication, yes. Now then...
Gaius: ......
Libra: ......
Gaius: O ye gods, thanks a billion for all thine abundantly sweet and tasty goodness...
Libra: Dear gods, thank you for watching over us, and protecting our friends and comrades.
Gaius: What? Thou art jealous, O mighty gods? Jealous and angry, you say? Then send thou's terrible fruit pies to me, that I might use them to smite thine foes!
Libra: ...?
Gaius: I also love jellied pears, O vengeful ones! And those biscuits with goo in the middle!
Libra: Gaius, your demands for sweets hover ever closer to blasphemy...
Gaius: O furious and insane gods! Send me ten—nay, TWENTY of your finest cakes!
Libra: He's not listening to a word I say. Gaius? GAIUS!
Gaius: ...Huh? Hey there, Padre. What's with the shouting?
Libra: I was shouting because you were completely ignoring me! That wasn't a prayer—it was a market list! The gods are not scullery maids who deliver treacle tarts on demand!
Gaius: Oh. Right, yeah...sure. Sorry. Got carried away. I'll start over, then. *Ahem* O most horrifying and fattened gods, thou art most tricksy in thine ways...
Libra: D-dear gods, please send not lightning to strike down this heretic... He knows not what he does!
Gaius: I will deliver unto thee my first-born son, if only you make donuts rain down upon—
Libra: GAAAIUS!
Gaius: ...Whoops. Sorry.

A Support

Libra: O gods, I thank you for this most blessed of days.
Gaius: ......
Libra: You're desperately trying not to think of sweets, aren't you?
Gaius: ...Maybe.
Libra: Your trembling lip, your sweaty brow, your uncontrollable drooling... These are all the signs of a man fighting great temptation.
Gaius: Not so, Padre. Ha ha! Who's religious now? I was just praying that I'd be unharmed in the next battle.
Libra: Oh? That's actually quite sensible. Perhaps I was being unfair. I thought for sure you were dreaming about swimming in syrup or some nonsense. But why now, if I may? You usually have such a cavalier attitude toward battle.
Gaius: Well, in that last battle we fought, I had me a pretty close shave. If I'd been a split-second slower, my head would have been bouncing across the field. It made me think. You never know when your number's going to be up, you know? Anyway, I figured maybe I should take these prayers a bit more seriously.
Libra: Coming face-to-face with one's own mortality can have that effect.
Gaius: But why should the gods pay an old sinner like me any mind? It's not like I've ever done anything to earn their appreciation.
Libra: In the eyes of the gods, we are all innocent, if only we open our hearts to them.
Gaius: Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Padre. I bet you've never once strayed from the straight and narrow.
Libra: Oh, if it were only so... I am as much a sinner as anyone.
Gaius: You? Lord Squeaky Clean? I find that hard to believe.
Libra: Think about how many people have died because of me.
Gaius: Huh?
Libra: Every time I survive a battle, it means others have died in my place. And when I pray for safety in a fight, it is the same as praying for my foe's death.
Gaius: Wow. Never thought of that. ...Wait, so I've been praying for other people to die, too?! Crivens! I'm a terrible person!
Libra: Not terrible. Just human. Every soldier who prays for deliverance has done the same.
Gaius: This religion stuff is complicated.
Libra: Yet, we should still pray. We shall pray for ourselves, and each other, and for our allies and comrades. Even though in doing so, we are praying for the death of strangers.
Gaius: ...... O gods...

Cordelia

Libra	Support information:				Cordelia
	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!