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Flora: Lady Corrin, I present to you the Hill of Wishes.
Corrin: Amazing. It's just like you said. There are little pieces of paper everywhere.
Corrin: So, remind me again. How are you supposed to make your wish?
Flora: First, you write it down on a piece of paper. Then you fold it up and tie it to a string. If you do this on three different days, they say your wish will come true.
Corrin: So cool!
Flora: Yes...but I think we should take such things with a sizable dose of salt.
Corrin: Oh, no, you misunderstood me. I wasn't talking about the wishes. It just struck me how impressive it is that you know so many things. I can ask you practically any question, and you always have the answer!
Flora: Oh? I don't know about that. I just try to prepare before we set out somewhere. It is, after all, my job to assist you in all things. That includes learning about places you wish to visit.
Corrin: All the same, thank you very much.
Flora: Please. It's my pleasure. Now, I brought some paper and string with us...
Corrin: Oh! Yes, thank you.
Corrin: There it is! The Hill of Wishes. It's no less enchanting the second time you see it, is it?
Flora: No, it isn't. It's as beautiful as it was on our first visit. Now, I suppose you should prepare your wish. Here is your slip of paper, milady.
Corrin: Thank you. Oh! Of course!
Flora: What is the matter?
Corrin: Why don't you wish for something too, Flora? You came all this way, after all.
Flora: Oh, don't worry about me. I'm fine.
Corrin: What? Too superstitious for you?
Flora: It's not that. It's just...my job is to serve you. Not waste time dreaming up wishes.
Corrin: I...I see.
Flora: Now, please, make your wish.
Corrin: Well, all right. ... That should do it. Just one more time and my wish will be granted.
Flora: Yes. Hopefully we can make it out here again soon. ...I must admit, though, I was surprised when you said you wanted to visit this hill.
Corrin: Why is that?
Flora: I just did not think you were one to ask the heavens for anything. I've seen you overcome so many difficulties on your own, it was just...unexpected.
Corrin: You're right. I'm not really the type to do this sort of thing. But there are some things in the world you just can't do alone, you know?
Flora: Well, I hope your wish comes true, then.
Corrin: Thank you, Flora.
Corrin: Flora? What are you doing here?
Flora: Lady Corrin?! Why— What are you—
Corrin: I heard you sneaking out, so I got curious and decided to see where you were going. I never thought you'd be coming all the way out to the Hill of Wishes though. I guess you had a wish for the hill after all?
Flora: Yes, I suppose I have. I came each morning before we visited it anyway, so I figured there was no harm.
Corrin: Huh? You did?
Flora: Yes. I needed to survey the area and the route to ensure they were both safe. Traps, terrain, criminal elements—I had to confirm none of these would endanger you.
Corrin: I never knew you went through all that just for me...
Flora: Please, don't be upset. It is my duty. That's all.
Corrin: So...what did you wish for?
Flora: Ah...this is embarrassing. But here. This is my wish paper. It says that I wish for your wish to come true, Lady Corrin.
Corrin: Oh, Flora... You really do too much for me. But thank you. I just wish you'd think about your own happiness sometimes too.
Flora: There's no need for you to feel that way. I am perfectly all right as I am, milady.
Corrin: I thought you'd say that...but I think happiness might still find a way to you.
Corrin: Because my wish was for you to live a happy life.
Corrin: And since your wish is that my wish would come true, you're doubly insured!
Flora: Oh...Lady Corrin. Why would you waste your wish on me?
Corrin: It wasn't a waste, Flora. You've done so much for me over the years. I want to pay you back for that somehow.
Flora: Lady Corrin...
Corrin: Now, let's tie our wish to the string. Shall we?
Flora: Yes, of course. Thank you so much, milady.
Fuga: Hiyah! Aiyah!
Corrin: Wow. Is that Chieftain Fuga over there? He broke that tree trunk in half with his fist!
Fuga: Corrin? I see you hiding over there! Come out and show yourself!
Corrin: Oh, hello, Chieftain Fuga. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Fuga: Do not apologize. Distractions teach us to stay focused.
Corrin: That's so wise! Sometimes I wish I could follow you around and take notes.
Fuga: I have a better idea. Why don't we train together? I'll give you some exercises.
Corrin: Really?! You'd do that for me?
Fuga: Of course! Don't sound so surprised! Training is most effective in teams.
Corrin: I'm sure you're right, but wouldn't you like to train with someone more...advanced?
Fuga: I'd rather train with you, Corrin. After all, that's a legendary katana you have. Follow my training regimen, and you'll improve. I wish Hayato had not given up so soon.
Corrin: I promise to take it seriously!
Fuga: That's what I like to hear!
Fuga: All right! That's enough for now. Let's rest.
Corrin: Whew! Thank goodness. That workout was intense!
Fuga: Here. Drink this water.
Corrin: *glug* *glug* Ahhh! ...Thanks again for training me.
Fuga: Few people can keep up with my program... Push-ups. Burpees. Yoga under a waterfall. You've made a strong showing, but then again, you're King Sumeragi's daughter.
Corrin: You were friends with my father, weren't you?
Fuga: He was more than my friend. He was my brother-in-arms... But I failed him at the end. I don't deserve to call him my friend.
Corrin: That's not true! You can't blame yourself for his death! He wouldn't want that. Besides, we both know he died because of me! If he was here, he'd be happy to see you fighting alongside us, working for peace!
Corrin: *gasp* I can't believe I blurted all that out! I shouldn't talk about stuff I don't know.
Fuga: I'm pleased to hear you say those things.
Corrin: You are?
Fuga: Yes. You remind me of your father sometimes. He'd be proud of you. You shouldn't blame yourself. We all grieve his loss, but he wanted to protect you.
Corrin: Thanks, Chieftain Fuga.
Fuga: Are you rested now? We should continue training.
Corrin: I'm ready!
Corrin: Chieftain Fuga! Guess what? My friend just asked if I've been working out!
Fuga: Ah. That is good to hear.
Corrin: Well, it's all thanks to you.
Fuga: No need to thank me. You did the work. I just gave you guidance. Soon you will not need my help anymore.
Corrin: What?! You're not giving up on our training, are you?
Fuga: I did not expect you to be so upset.
Corrin: I get it. You have better things to do with your time.
Fuga: That's not it. I enjoy training you. But I thought you'd want to train on your own.
Corrin: No! I like working out with you. I even look forward to the push-ups!
Fuga: Do you? And what about the burpees?
Corrin: Well, no. Not so much.
Fuga: And how about the training under the waterfall?
Corrin: Actually, I really hate that part. ...But I like spending time with you!
Fuga: ...And I with you. Years ago, I made a vow to King Sumeragi. Now, I swear it to you. Corrin, I give you my strength always. Together, we will protect this world.
Corrin: Thank you, Chieftain Fuga!
Fuga: Don't forget. You have many friends by your side. You do not fight alone.
Fuga: Ah. Hello, Corrin.
Corrin: I was just looking for you. Do you have time for another training session today?
Fuga: I suppose so.
Corrin: Why do you look so disappointed? Did I do something wrong?
Fuga: No. It's just...I hoped that one day our visits would not center around training.
Fuga: I enjoy sparring with you, Corrin, but I fear you come only for my help.
Corrin: That's not true! Fuga, at first, I did come to you hoping to get stronger. But your training regimen is over-the-top! I only stuck with it so we could hang out!
Corrin: Yes! My arms are sore. My legs are sore. My back is sore. I'm exhausted!
Fuga: Ah, then I am even more impressed. You never complained.
Corrin: I didn't want to disappoint you, Fuga! I'm a little bit in awe of you.
Fuga: ...And I am in awe of you.
Fuga: Yes. I was drawn to your strength, but I have learned you are gentle as well. Your kind words mended some old wounds I never thought would heal.
Corrin: I'm so glad! Fuga, I want you by my side... always.
Fuga: Then that is where I shall remain. I promise to never leave you.
Fuga: You are a remarkable human being. Let us be joined forever.
Corrin: What's wrong, Anna? You were smiling a moment ago.
Anna: Huh? I was smiling?
Corrin: What? You don't remember? Just a minute ago, you were showing me a bunch of different goods. And I told you that I didn't need anything... But you gave me some expensive makeup and said I could pay when I had the money.
Anna: I... I didn't do that.
Corrin: I'm telling you, you did! I refused again, but you said, "You can pay the interest with King Garon's signature." And then you happily skipped off, shouting, "I'm gonna make bank today!"
Anna: That sounds like me, but... I swear it wasn't.
Corrin: Huh? What do you mean?
Anna: It was probably one of my sisters. I have quite a few of them, and we all have the same name, same looks, and same job. My sisters live all over the world, so it wouldn't be odd to run into one of them.
Corrin: I don't even...
Anna: You wanted to know what's wrong, right? I was worrying about those very sisters. I can understand why we look alike, but why were we all named the same? I'm strongly considering doing some rebranding and changing my name.
Corrin: I...can't say I blame you.
Corrin: Anna, you're looking rather glum again... Err... I suppose I should ask first, but are you...our...Anna? You're the Anna who was thinking about changing her name, right?
Anna: Yeah, don't worry. I'm that Anna.
Corrin: Oh good. I didn't want to make that mistake twice.
Anna: Thanks for double-checking. Ughhhh...
Corrin: That was a pretty big sigh.
Anna: There'd be no need for you to check who I am if I could decide on a new name. But I just can't come up with one. Nothing I think of feels like it really fits. Do you have any good ideas? I'd pay really well for your best ones. ...Wait, I don't want to waste my gold. How about King Garon's signature instead?
Corrin: Eh, no thanks. I really don't need my father's signature. Besides, I don't think he'd give you one to give me, even if you asked nicely.
Anna: I...I suppose you're right. Awwww, why is this so hard? I want a name that captures my personality! Something that is unique to me and me alone.
Corrin: Something that captures you and your personality... How about Goldy...or Casha? Or maybe Sellma, or Salestia?
Anna: Those certainly fit me, but I can't say I'd like to be called any of them. Besides, all my sisters could fit those, too.
Corrin: Hmm... This really isn't easy... I wonder if your parents had a hard time deciding too.
Corrin: I would think it'd be really inconvenient to give all your children the same name...
Anna: You're right... I wonder why they did that... I'm going to think about it for a little bit.
Corrin: Let me know if you figure it out!
Anna: Oh, Corrin!
Corrin: Anna, did something good happen? You look like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
Anna: It has! I've decided to stick with the name Anna.
Corrin: I'm happy for you! But why the change of heart?
Anna: After we talked, I started to think about my childhood and living with all my sisters. Then I realized something amazing. You might not believe it... Whenever my parents needed one of us, they'd just yell our name... But only the Anna they meant to call would respond.
Corrin: Huh? What do you mean?
Anna: The way my parents said our names would change ever so slightly. Anna only has four letters, but there are actually a lot of different ways to say it. We were able to train ourselves to listen for the differences. Here, it'll make more sense to you if I show you how it's done. Say my name in a few different ways.
Corrin: All right... Anna.
Corrin: And I guess... Anna.
Anna: ... You need to raise that last part. Go up when you say the "na."
Corrin: Er...OK. Anna.
Anna: That's it! Right there! That's me! My parents would say my name by slightly raising the "na" at the end. That's precisely why it shows my personality. I think compared to my sisters, I'm a bit more determined to succeed.
Corrin: I don't quite...
Anna: Maybe my parents named me... with the belief that I would never give up on a goal, no matter what. That I'd always try to end anything that I did on a high note, like my name! When I think of it that way, I'm certain I can continue being Anna. I still don't know why my parents gave us all the same name, though. Regardless, thanks for sticking with me on this, Corrin.
Corrin: I'm glad things worked out for you, Anna.
Anna: I wouldn't have found my way if it wasn't for your help. Would you like a signature from King Garon as a reward?
Corrin: ...No thanks. I'm good.
This support is available as long as Corrin can be Kana's mother (i.e. not if Corrin marries Rhajat).
Kana: Mama! Mama!
Corrin: Yes, Kana? What is it?
Kana: I picked some pretty yellow daisies for you, Mama!
Corrin: Wow! They're beautiful! Thank you!
Kana: Do you really like them?
Corrin: Yes, I love them! But you've been bringing me an awful lot of flowers lately. What's got into you?
Kana: I just remembered that when I was real little, we'd go looking at flowers together. You always smiled so much, and I love your smile, Mama! So I decided to start bringing you lots and lots of flowers!
Corrin: Heehee. I didn't realize you were keeping such a close eye on me... But I do have a small favor to ask of you.
Kana: Anything, Mama. What do you need?
Corrin: Remember how I told you that flowers are living things, just like you and me? It means that when you pick them, you're hurting them. And then they can't eat or drink anymore, so they start to wither away...
Kana: Oh no! You mean I've been hurting the flowers?! It was an accident! I'm so sorry, flowers! I never meant to...
Corrin: I'm sure they'll forgive you, now that you understand. But promise me that you won't pick any more, OK?
Kana: OK! But...if I don't pick them, how can I show you all the neat flowers I find?
Corrin: Easy! Just come tell me when you've found some, and we'll go together to look.
Kana: Really? You won't be too busy?
Corrin: Never for you, my little Kana-bean.
Kana: OK, then it's a deal!
Corrin: I'll do you one better—it's a promise!
Kana: La lala leelo lu-lime! ♪ And now—guess what—it's Mama time!
Corrin: Well now, aren't we in a good mood?
Kana: Of course I'm in a good mood! I found the best flowers for us to go look at! You're going to love them—I'm sure of it! Look! There they are, Mama. Right over there!
Corrin: You mean those white ones over there? They're lovely. So strong and elegant, yet so tranquil.
Kana: Mhm! I love them! They kind of reminded me of you, Mama.
Corrin: M-me? Like a flower? I don't think I'm quite as pretty as these, Kana... But...it is very flattering. Teehee. Thank you.
Kana: Mhm! Flowers might be pretty, Mama, but I think your smile is even prettier!
Corrin: Oh goodness. You're too much. But you know what? I think your smile is even more beautiful than mine!
Kana: Really? Yay!
Corrin: Oh, that reminds me. I have something to show you. I think you'll like it.
Kana: Oooh. Is it something good? Can I see it right now? What is it?
Kana: Ah! Wait, no, never mind! I want it to be a surprise!
Corrin: Heh. All right. I'll keep it secret until we can sit down and look at it together.
Kana: Woohoo! I can't wait!
Kana: Mama, I'm here! Where's that thing you wanted to show me?
Corrin: Hello, Kana. I've got it right here for you. Kana: This is such a big book! OH WOW! And look at all these flowers! Where did you get them all?
Corrin: I got them from you, silly. These are the ones you've been bringing me. I pressed them between the pages and allowed them to dry to preserve them. I thought it would be the perfect way for me to keep all your little gifts safe.
Kana: They're amazing! Like, really, really amazing! I hadn't realized how many flowers I'd brought you... Oh, Mama. Thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I got you.
Corrin: No, no, I should be thanking you. Your flowers have given me so much peace in such trying times.
Kana: You're welcome! It was my pleasure!
Corrin: You know, we didn't pick those white flowers we saw the other day... But we did make some wonderful memories together. I hope we have many more just like them. How about you? Will you keep making beautiful memories with me, Kana?
Kana: Of course I will! I love you so much! You're the best Mama that ever Mama'd!
Corrin: I love you too. You are the most precious thing in my world, you know that?
Kana: Teehee! Aww, you're making me blush!
Corrin: Is that...singing? But where is it coming from? There's nobody around.
Shigure: You are the ocean's gray waves ♪ Destined to seek life beyond the shore...
Corrin: Oh! Up in the sky! Is that Shigure?!
Shigure: Huh?! Is that...Corrin?! How long have you been down there?
Corrin: Oh, not long! Out for a little flight with your pegasus? You're a very good singer!
Shigure: You heard me singing? Oh no.
Corrin: Hm? I'm sorry, was I interrupting something? I didn't mean to intrude.
Shigure: No, no, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm just a bit shy about my singing.
Corrin: Oh, thank goodness. So what are you doing out here all alone? Have you been getting in some extra training?
Shigure: Although I am ashamed to say it, no, I am not out here to train.
Shigure: Yes. I was just singing and flying. It's what I've always done to relax, ever since I was a child. It never fails to lift my spirits when I am feeling sad or anxious.
Corrin: That sounds wonderful!
Shigure: Perhaps you would like to come with me sometime?
Shigure: Would you like to come ride with me sometime? I could sing for you. It's a little embarrassing to sing in front of others, but you seem to like it when I do.
Corrin: Of course! I would love to go with you.
Shigure: Perfect. I'll be looking forward to it.
Shigure: It's so beautiful out today. Perfect flying weather. Are you sure the wind isn't too cold for you?
Corrin: Yep! No need to worry about me. I think it's amazing up here!
Shigure: *chuckle* You sure seem to be enjoying yourself for something as mundane as a pegasus ride.
Corrin: Do I really sound so giddy? I guess growing up I never got to fly like this much. I was really looking forward to getting up into the skies for once.
Shigure: Then I'll do everything I can to make sure it meets your expectations. Oh! You see those birds over there? Why don't we join them?
Corrin: Wow! There are so many of them! And they all seem to move as one creature!
Shigure: I think my pegasus is enjoying himself as well. He loves birds. Would you like to hear me sing?
Corrin: Oh, yes, please!
Shigure: You are the ocean's gray waves ♪ Destined to seek life beyond the shore...
Corrin: Oh! It seems even the birds are enjoying your song, Shigure!
Shigure: Yet the waters ever change ♪ Flowing like time, the path is yours...
Corrin: You really do have a wonderful voice. Your mother truly passed on her gift to you. Heehee... This has been a wonderful trip through the sky. Thank you, Shigure.
Shigure: Heh. Would you say it was worth the wait?
Corrin: Of course!
Shigure: I'm glad. I think my mother is the only other person who enjoys this so much.
Shigure: Yes. I've never seen her so happy as when she was flying with me. We sang a duet! Ah! This reminds me. Would you care to accompany me again sometime? There's something I'd like to show you!
Corrin: I'd love to!
Corrin: So where are we headed today, Shigure? We're already pretty deep in the forest.
Shigure: It's a surprise, but I'll give you a hint. You need a pegasus to get there. Oh! Nearly there.
Corrin: Is that a waterfall?
Shigure: Yes. There's an alcove just about halfway up it. I'll touch us down there.
Corrin: Oh, that little recess? I see what you mean about needing a pegasus. This is amazing! I've never seen a waterfall from this close before! It's so...soothing.
Shigure: That's not all. Look, over here.
Corrin: A rainbow?
Shigure: Mhm. If you stand here at the right time of day, one usually appears. There are times it won't, but it seems luck is on our side today.
Corrin: It's beautiful!
Shigure: I'm happy I was able to share this with you. I've been meaning to show someone for a long time.
Corrin: I only wish the others could see it. It's truly a remarkable sight.
Shigure: That would be nice. But not many people can fit at a time. It could take a while.
Corrin: I see your point... Shigure...would you sing for me here?
Shigure: Hm? Oh, of course! *ahem* You are the ocean's gray waves ♪ Destined to seek life beyond the shore...
Corrin: Thank you... Thank you so much.
Corrin: Oh, Shigure, the rainbow looks even more beautiful today. It really is best to come on the sunniest days.
Shigure: Yes... ... ...Corrin, can we talk?
Corrin: Hm? What's wrong, Shigure? You look so serious.
Shigure: It's...it's about...the rainbow.
Corrin: Oh. That doesn't sound so bad. What about it?
Shigure: It's just...you said we should take everyone to see it here. But...I disagree. Because...I want this to be a special place for just the two of us.
Corrin: A...special place? What do you mean?
Shigure: I want this to be somewhere that only the two of us know about. Somewhere we can go to be alone... Our own little secret. And I hope we can travel someday, and find many more little places just like it.
Corrin: I don't understand. What—
Shigure: Corrin, please...just listen to me. I...I love you.
Shigure: Of course, our friends are important to me as well. But this place was like my first present to you. I don't want to share it. I know it's selfish of me. But I can't help it. So...now you know. Will you be with me, Lady Corrin?
Corrin: Shigure...of course I will. I love you too! Heehee. You chose a nice spot to confess your feelings to me, though. Quite the romantic, aren't you?
Shigure: Haha. I'm sorry, was it a bit cliché? You just seemed to love this place so much...
Corrin: I do. It's magical. But I have to say you're wrong about one thing. This wasn't your first gift to me. Your first and most precious gift to me was your song.
Shigure: Corrin... I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. Would you like me to sing it for you again?
Corrin: Please! Would you?
Shigure: Of all the songs I know, none of them can capture how deeply I love you. No sound is sweeter than your voice.
Dwyer: Good day, Lady Corrin. Can I ask you for a small favor?
Corrin: Of course. How can I help you, Dwyer?
Dwyer: I just made a pot of tea, and I was wondering if you would sample it.
Corrin: Well, that's easy! Sure, let me have a sip. Mmm. It's really good.
Dwyer: I see. Any further detail you care to offer?
Corrin: Oh! Sure. Let's see... It's a bit floral. And do I detect hints of vanilla? In any case, it's delicious, Dwyer! Just the way I like my tea!
Dwyer: Yes, your perception is correct. How would you say it compares to my father's tea?
Corrin: Um, well... It's pretty similar, to be honest. Perhaps that's why I like it so much!
Dwyer: I see... I should have you know that when it comes to my skills as a butler... I have no intention of taking second place to my father. So, please understand that I will be redoubling my efforts to please you.
Corrin: Um, that's really not necessary...
Dwyer: Hello, Lady Corrin. I have another favor to ask of you.
Corrin: Certainly. How can I help?
Dwyer: I've baked some cookies. Would it be too much trouble for you to try one?
Corrin: Dwyer, I'd be more than happy to try one of your cookies. But please...you don't need to ask me like it's some big favor.
Dwyer: I don't know. What if they're terrible? It's a new recipe—completely untested.
Corrin: Well, let's see. *munch* *munch* They're unbelievable, of course.
Dwyer: Thank you, Lady Corrin. Do you have any suggestions or other feedback for me?
Corrin: Yes, actually.
Dwyer: Oh...this doesn't sound good.
Corrin: Relax, Dwyer. It's just...well, I need you to relax in general, actually.
Dwyer: I don't understand. I'm quite relaxed. Whenever I'm not working, you'll find me sleeping.
Corrin: Maybe so, but I feel like you're trying too hard to impress me...or defeat your father. There's no competition. You don't need to do that.
Corrin: I want you to think of us as friends. Please treat me as you would any other friend.
Dwyer: I'm afraid that isn't possible. You're my boss.
Corrin: That's not really true. And even if it WERE true, I'd ask that you treat me as a friend.
Dwyer: I think I understand. I'm being a nuisance. I'll do my best to stay out of your way.
Corrin: No! That's not it! Dwyer, I want you to treat me as an equal. I want us to be comrades fighting together. Nothing more, nothing less.
Dwyer: Equals? Comrades? You and I?
Dwyer: Understood. However, I hope that you'll allow me to continue assisting you as a butler.
Corrin: If you insist. However, I insist that you allow me to assist YOU as a butler sometimes, too.
Dwyer: Uh...OK. As long as my father never sees you acting as my butler...I think I'm OK with that.
Dwyer: Hello, Lady Corrin. Would you be interested in a pot of tea?
Corrin: Hey, Dwyer. Sure, that would hit the spot right now!
Dwyer: Excellent. I'll have it ready in a moment. By the way, I just wanted to say that it's always my pleasure to serve you. You are a kind and fair master, and—
Corrin: Dwyer, I thought I told you to lay off that whole "master" thing.
Dwyer: Ah...my apologies. It's just that you have such a pleasant disposition... And Father always says—
Corrin: What does your father have to do with this?
Dwyer: Everything, I'm afraid. Ah, the tea is ready. Please, have a sip before we continue.
Corrin: Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm, it's perfect, as always.
Dwyer: And how is it compared to my father's?
Corrin: Dwyer, for the last time... Jakob is very skilled at what he does. And so are you. Both of you make a wonderful pot of tea. Why does it have to be a competition?
Dwyer: I...I don't know. But, for your sake, I will try to refrain from competing with my father.
Corrin: That's good to hear. Now, how would you like some fresh-baked cookies?
Corrin: It's like I told you before. We're friends. Friends can do nice things for each other.
Dwyer: Well...thank you, I guess. *crunch* *crunch* These are amazing. How did you get such depth of flavor?
Corrin: Ha! It's an old trick. I browned the butter before I mixed it into the batter.
Dwyer: I see... Wait until my father tastes my next test batch... I mean, thank you, Lady Corrin.
Dwyer: Sorry to bother you, Lady Corrin, but would you like anything to eat?
Corrin: Oh, hello, Dwyer. No, thanks. I'm not hungry.
Dwyer: Hmm, I see. Not even a small trifle? I actually have something perfect in mind...
Corrin: No, really, I'm fine at the moment. Thank you, though.
Corrin: What's wrong, Dwyer?
Dwyer: It's just...I've been working on a new recipe that I thought you would like...
Corrin: Well, why didn't you say so? I'd be happy to try a small bite.
Dwyer: Excellent! Yes, a small bite should suffice, I think. You should also probably avoid biting down with excessive force... Just a very small nibble, right...here!
Corrin: What the hell did you put inside my cookie, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Please...just break it in two if you'd rather be on the safe side.
Corrin: You didn't bake a ring into it or anything clichéd like that, did you? Haha!
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer...
Dwyer: Lady Corrin...will you marry me? I promise to take care of you for the rest of my life.
Dwyer: I see. Well then, I'll just...um...
Corrin: What I mean is that I won't have you taking care of me for the rest of my life. I will only marry you if we can have an equal partnership. I want to do things for you, Dwyer! I want to cook, and do laundry, and make tea... Because I love you. Isn't that normal for husbands and wives? Wanting to do things for each other?
Dwyer: Yes, I think so. Does that mean...you'll actually marry me?
Corrin: Yes. I want to work together to build a future with you.
Dwyer: So, I won't have to do as much work...and I also get to marry you? You're the best, Lady Corrin.
Dwyer: I don't lift a finger for just anyone... but I would do anything in the world for you.
Dwyer (as parent and child)
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. I made you some coffee.
Corrin: How sweet. Thank you, Dwyer. Wow, this is excellent. You have a true gift for brewing!
Dwyer: Really? I'm so happy that you like it!
Corrin: It has a wonderful aroma and a unique flavor too. Almost like chocolate. You certainly know how to make a perfect pot of coffee. Honestly, I think it's even better than the kind your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! But umm, maybe I should keep that to myself. He might get mad at me.
Corrin: You think so? I suppose he can be a bit jealous from time to time. It's not ideal to be on his bad side.
Dwyer: That sounds even worse...
Corrin: Heehee, right? I bet if he overheard us talking, he'd make me try cup after cup of coffee. I'm sure your father wouldn't let up until I said his brew tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, yeah, that's not hard to imagine. I still have more coffee in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Corrin: Thank you, Dwyer.
Corrin: What's on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: N-nothing in particular...
Corrin: You're obviously upset about something. Why are trying to hide things from me? I'm your mother, silly.
Dwyer: Oh, sorry.
Corrin: Just tell me what's on your mind. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest.
Dwyer: I've been thinking a lot... I'm just afraid that I'm not suited for war.
Corrin: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler or something.
Corrin: No, you can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Corrin: This is your home, Son. You should be fighting here, with us.
Dwyer: But why?
Corrin: Because you're sweet and compassionate.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Corrin: You are. You just tried to hide your troubles to keep me from worrying, right? No matter what, you're always thinking of other people first.
Dwyer: That's just more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Corrin: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. I've seen you help your friends even when it puts you in a difficult position. That's a very thoughtful thing to do, and it certainly isn't easy. When I look into your eyes, I can see that it's as natural as breathing to you. You're selfless.
Dwyer: I never thought of it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Corrin: That's the spirit, dear. You should be proud of yourself. Just know that I'll always be here to protect you.
Corrin: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Is something wrong, Mother?
Corrin: It's nothing, Dwyer. Don't worry about me. I'm just feeling a little tired today.
Dwyer: You know that I can see right through your lies, right? After all, I'm your son!
Corrin: Heehee, is that right? Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised...
Dwyer: I'm happy to lend you an ear if you feel like talking.
Corrin: That's sweet of you to offer.
Dwyer: So? What is it?
Corrin: I feel like I've failed you as a mother...
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's not true at all.
Corrin: But I told you to fight. To put yourself in danger on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was feeling worried the other day?
Corrin: Yes. A good mother should always be thinking of their child's safety first and foremost. But I encouraged you to run into battle. To put yourself in harm's way. I'm a terrible mother.
Dwyer: Please, don't say that. Sure, you encouraged me to fight. But it was my decision to stay. Not yours.
Corrin: I suppose that's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your advice. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Corrin: Dwyer, I had no idea.
Dwyer: You haven't failed me in the slightest. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ask for.
Corrin: That means so much to me. Thank you.
Dwyer: Would you like some coffee? It might help you unwind.
Corrin: That sounds lovely. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son like you.
Sophie: Whoa, boy! Take it easy!
Corrin: Sophie's trying to ride Avel again? Must be part of her cavalier training.
Sophie: Whoa, whoa, whoa! WHOOOA!
Corrin: Sophie! Is everything OK? Avel's not about to throw you off, is he?
Sophie: Eeek! Help! Waaaaaaaah!
Corrin: Sh-she's going to turn to one side before she tramples me, right...?
Sophie: Corrin! Gangway!
Sophie: Avel's out of control! Run for your life!
Sophie: S-sorry, Corrin! Are you hurt?
Corrin: No, I'm fine. Though it was a very near thing...
Sophie: Whew...thank goodness for that. I'm really, really sorry.
Corrin: Avel seems like a tough horse to master.
Sophie: It comes and goes. Last time he seemed fine... Maybe it's me. *sigh* But I don't think there's anything more I can do today. He'll snatch up any food I prepare and trample on any equipment I work on.
Corrin: You seem very out of sorts...
Sophie: I don't care anymore! I'm gonna go back to my tent for now. I'll pass the time counting the grains of sand on the ground...
Corrin: I-is that really the best use of your time...?
Sophie: If I do anything else, I'll just mess it up somehow! I don't wanna make any trouble for anyone...so I'll just go count sand! *sniff* *sob*
Corrin: Uh-oh...I hope she'll be all right.
Sophie: Oh, Corrin.
Corrin: Are you feeling all right, Sophie? You seemed melancholy last time...
Sophie: Was I? Huh.
Corrin: You don't remember? Avel acting up, you moping back to your tent to count grains of sand... None of this is ringing a bell?
Sophie: Haha, oh! I totally forgot! Sorry about that. But I'm touched you were thinking about me! I usually forget whatever gets me down after a good night's sleep.
Corrin: I see. Fair enough, then.
Sophie: Let's see, where did I get up to? I think it was around 10,055.
Corrin: That's...a serious waste of your time, Sophie.
Sophie: Heehee, now that you mention it, I guess it was! Maybe next time I'll do something more productive. Ooh, Corrin, you could teach me some swordsmanship!
Corrin: I would love to. In fact, why don't we start now?
Sophie: Yay! Today is looking up! Let me just—hngh—get my sword out of this—nnf—sheath... Ha! Oops...there it goes.
Corrin: Goodness, it really went flying. It's lodged solidly in that barrel...
Sophie: Oh no! It's leaking!
Corrin: Stay calm! Do we have anything to plug the hole with?
Sophie: Will this do? Here, stand aside! Whew...it's all stopped up.
Corrin: Sophie, is that... Did you plug the leak with one of my socks off the clothesline?
Sophie: Uh! Whoops! ... I'm gonna go back to my tent... It's time to count some more sand...
Corrin: Sophie! You really don't have to!
Sophie: No...I do. Counting grains of sand is my life now.
Corrin: That's not a life! You can't support yourself counting sand!
Sophie: Well, maybe I'll be the first! I'll be a sand- counting LEGEND! Waaaaaah!
Corrin: Sometimes I wonder about that girl...
Sophie: Corrin! Guess what? I beat my record and counted up to 30,112 grains!
Corrin: How long did that take you exactly...?
Sophie: So I'm all set to be super-duper productive today! But I'll need your help again.
Corrin: Of course! I'd be honored.
Sophie: I've been wanting to exercise my muscles lately, so today would be good for that.
Corrin: So, push-ups and sit-ups and so forth?
Sophie: Yup. Stuff simple enough that there's no way I can mess it up. Even I couldn't do a push-up wrong!
Corrin: All right. I'll spot you.
Sophie: Let's get started! One! Hup! Two! Hup! What's this string doing in my way? Yoink!
Corrin: Sophie...that wasn't a string. It was the rope supporting that tent.
Sophie: Are you serious?! Arrrrrrrrrrgh!
Corrin: On the bright side, there was no one in that tent. Or what's left of it.
Sophie: Unbelievable... I did it again... I can't stand it anymore! This turned out as bad as everything else! Sorry, Corrin. I must seem pretty pathetic right now.
Corrin: Not at all. If anything, I'm always in awe of your positive attitude.
Sophie: For real?
Corrin: You never dwell on your problems for long. Anytime something goes wrong, you always find a way to recover by the next day. I could learn from your example.
Sophie: ...You mean that?
Corrin: I do. You have a strong heart.
Sophie: Yeah...yeah! That was just the pick-me-up I needed! No more counting sand for me! The day's still young!
Corrin: That's the spirit, Sophie!
Sophie: And I'll start by fixing that tent.
Corrin: Let me help you with that. What else are friends for?
Sophie: Thanks, Corrin.
Sophie (as parent and child)
Corrin: Sophie! What have you been up to today?
Sophie: Look! I found some of those flowers you love! Ones just like what you have!
Corrin: Oh, you're right! These are my favorites. Thank you, Sophie!
Sophie: Heehee. I'm glad you like them!
Corrin: Er...where did you find these?
Sophie: That's what's so amazing! They were really close by! I can go back and get you more, if you want. There's a bunch more!
Corrin: Ah, no, that's all right. I, er, suspect these are the flowers I planted myself nearby...
Sophie: Then that means... Oh no! That explains why I hadn't seen these flowers there before! I'm so sorry, Mother!
Corrin: What's done is done, I suppose. And I do appreciate the thought.
Sophie: Can...can I go back and plant these again? They'll grow back their roots, right? Awwwww! Why am I always screwing up things like this?!
Sophie: *sigh* Why am I such a klutz?
Corrin: Is something wrong, Sophie?
Sophie: Hey, Mother... Do you think I'll always be a klutz? Earlier today, I went to the market and got a bunch of apples for myself and Avel. When I got back, I decided to see if he could catch one in his mouth, but... I let go in the windup, and the apple hit an old lady behind me instead! Also, Avel fell over. I don't know why that happened.
Corrin: Heehee...it sounds like you had quite a day.
Sophie: Mother! Don't laugh at me.
Corrin: I'm sorry, dear. But if you imagine it happening to someone else...
Sophie: I'm seriously worrying about my future here, Mother!
Corrin: You're right. I shouldn't make fun. But what's wrong with making a few small errors here and there? Everyone does it.
Sophie: It's not a few small errors! My life is one long series of mistakes and blunders!
Corrin: Oh, I think you're overstating the problem. Don't despair, Sophie. You're strong enough to shake it off and keep on going every time you fail.
Sophie: But... But...
Corrin: Besides, you know what they say about clumsy people...
Sophie: They don't say anything, Mother! You're making things up now.
Corrin: Heehee...it was worth a try.
Sophie: *sigh* Thanks for cheering me up, though.
Corrin: You look excited today, Sophie.
Sophie: I sure am! What you said the other day really cheered me up.
Corrin: Is that what did it? Your bad mood didn't just drift away as you slept?
Sophie: Why do you always have to tease me?
Sophie: Oh, that does remind me, though... I made a small mistake at breakfast today. I...accidentally gave the horses the soldiers' meals.
Corrin: Oh my...
Sophie: But once I realized my error, I rushed to make fresh meals for everyone. Suddenly, they all joined in to help! It made me really happy.
Corrin: You're lucky to have such understanding friends.
Sophie: Yeah, I think so too!
Corrin: I think I know why they were so eager to help...
Sophie: Maybe they were worried that I would burn everything?
Corrin: No, that's not what I had in mind. Seeing your vibrant spirit encouraged them to try their hardest, too.
Sophie: It did? I don't know...
Corrin: That's why I was trying to tell you there's nothing wrong with you, dear. No one who brings smiles to so many can be as hopeless as you think.
Sophie: OK, Mother! I think I can remember that. Oh! Also, I think I found some flowers nearby that I'm sure you'll like. We can go check them out together!
Corrin: Lead the way! Unless...um, these flowers...they're not...?
Sophie: Don't worry! They aren't the ones you replanted. I didn't pick any in advance, either—just in case!
Corrin: Ah! See that, Sophie? You don't always flub things!
Sophie: All right! Let's go!
Midori: Should I go? Or should I stay? This is so frustrating!
Corrin: Huh? Midori? What are you doing here? Are you about to head into the forest?
Midori: Oh, Corrin! Well, see, I wanted to gather some medicinal herbs...
Midori: But sometimes I get so carried away that I wind up losing my way and getting lost.
Midori: Yeah! And last time I only got back 'cause I ran into some people from town. So I'm too scared to go out herb hunting by myself again.
Corrin: I see. That does sound like quite the conundrum.
Midori: B-but how can I make medicine for everyone if I can't even get the herbs? I don't wanna be a disappointment...
Corrin: Don't worry, Midori. I'm sure no one will be disappointed in you. But if it bothers you that much, then I'd be happy to go with you!
Midori: Really? You would?
Corrin: Mhm! That way I can make sure you don't get lost. And, if it's OK with you, I'd love it if you taught me about all the herbs we pick.
Midori: That sounds wonderful! Thanks, Corrin! We got a deal!
Corrin: Well then, shall we be off?
Corrin: Hey, Midori! I forget, was this herb for medicine or for cook— Huh? Midori? Where did you go?
Corrin: Midori! Wait for me! When did you get so far away?!
Midori: Huh? Oh, Corrin! I'm sorry. Did I wander off again?
Corrin: Yes, for the fifth time today!
Midori: Awww! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!
Corrin: It's OK. That's the whole reason I'm here, right? So, what was it this time? Did you find another rare herb?
Midori: Yep! Check this one out!
Corrin: Wow! It looks so weird. Are you sure it's not poisonous?
Midori: Of course I'm sure! It's really good for you! And it even tastes super good!
Corrin: Oh? Really? Even though it's medicinal?
Midori: Yup! It's not all bitter like most herbs.
Corrin: That's so neat! I almost want to try a bite right now.
Midori: Ooh, looky! There's another special herb growing right over there!
Corrin: Midori! Wait! Didn't I just get done telling you to not run off?! Here, how about you start marking your path as you go.
Midori: Marking my path?
Corrin: Yeah, like carving a symbol into the trunks of trees you pass. That way you can find your way home later.
Midori: Oh! Corrin, you're amazing! I'll carve an X into every tree I pass from now on! An X here! And here! Aaaand here!
Corrin: Good job, Midori. Keep it up!
Midori: And an X on this one! And this one! And on this one! And—oh! Look, that herb over there is super rare! Oh wow, and there's more over there too! And there!
Corrin: M-Midori! Hang on! You're not marking the trees! *sigh* I don't think this plan is going to work. I wonder what else we could try...
Midori: All right, Corrin! I'm determined not to get lost this time!
Corrin: That's the spirit!
Midori: I have to ask, though... What's with the rope?
Corrin: It's my latest plan! You tie one end to a tree at the entrance of the forest, like so... Then you tie the other end around you. Now you can't possibly get lost!
Midori: Wow! You're a genius! OK, let's head out— Wahh! *thud*
Corrin: Midori! Are you OK? What happened—oh! Drat! I was stepping on the rope. Sorry about that.
Midori: Do you think you could untie me?
Corrin: Of course. Here, just a second, and... All right, you should be free now.
Corrin: Hrm. I guess this plan is a bust too.
Midori: Aww. Maybe I should just give up on gathering herbs.
Corrin: Don't give up yet! We'll come up with a plan that works! I know it!
Midori: Are you sure?
Corrin: Positive. And I'll keep making trips into the forest with you until we do. How does that sound?
Midori: It sounds perfect! And don't worry about finding a solution too soon. There's no rush. I love having your company on these little trips!
Corrin: Oh? I'm glad to hear it.
Midori: Yep! In fact, you might not even have to find a solution at all!
Corrin: Er, I don't know about THAT...
Midori: Heehee, just kidding! But I really do like taking you on my trips!
Corrin: Aww. And I like going on them with you!
Midori: Hooray! So—think you're ready for today's trip?
Corrin: Of course! Got my baskets right here. Let's go!
Midori (as parent and child)
Corrin: Why, hello, Midori. What is it?
Midori: You said your knee was bothering you the other day, right, Mother? Well, guess what? I made some ointment for you!
Corrin: Oh my. This is for me? Thank you, Midori!
Midori: Heehee. I'll apply it now, OK? Pain, pain, fly away! Come again some other day!
Corrin: Oh, wow. It's already feeling much better. That's Midori's special medicine for you!
Midori: Teehee! I'm glad.
Corrin: I still can't believe your father taught you to do all this. And you grew up to be such a bookworm! Your father and I are so proud.
Midori: Aww! Thank you, Mother! I love you both so much!
Corrin: And we love you too. Now, run along. Mother's got battle plans to draw up!
Midori: OK, bye!
Midori: *grumble* *grumble*
Corrin: Midori? What's the matter?
Midori: I just ran into a bunch of kids in the forest who were planning to go in much deeper. But I warned them it wasn't safe for kids their age to be doing that without an adult. And then one of them said "Who are you to tell us what to do, huh?" "You're just a kid yourself! Bossy-pants!" And then they kept chanting that at me. "Bossy-pants! Bossy-pants!" They didn't stop until I left. It was infuriating!
Corrin: Aw. I'm sorry, honey. Did the kids get home safely, though?
Midori: Yeah. I stayed and looked out for them the whole time. I just wish I didn't look like such a kid. Why is that, Mother? You and Father don't have the same problem. Why do I? I'm already, like, fully grown up! It's so frustrating.
Corrin: I don't think I can answer that, Midori. Some people just take longer to grow. But I'm very proud of you for looking out for those little ones.
Corrin: Come now, don't be like that. You did the right thing. Sometimes we have to just be satisfied with that. Not everyone appreciates a good deed, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't do them.
Midori: I know, I know. I won't stop helping people. But I don't have to like it every time, right?
Corrin: I suppose that's only fair. But maybe this will help. Even if no one else appreciates what you do, I always will, OK? So if you ever get frustrated, just remember how proud I am of all your good deeds.
Midori: Hm... OK! Thanks, Mother! You're the best!
Corrin: Hey there, Midori. You're certainly in high spirits today.
Midori: Yeah! Something really good happened! Remember those kids I met the other day?
Corrin: The ones you warned not to go too deep into the forest?
Midori: Yeah! I just ran into them in town, and they apologized and thanked me!
Midori: Yup! I guess they got scolded really bad by their mothers. They said it would have been even worse if I hadn't been there looking out for them.
Corrin: So it looks like they came around after all, huh?
Midori: Yeah. They really warmed up to me after that. It was great!
Corrin: Is that so? I'm glad.
Midori: The only problem is that now they want me to go with them again. They said they got permission this time, but only if they can go with a grown-up.
Corrin: What, you mean back into the forest?
Midori: Yeah. Don't worry, I won't let them get lost or go too far in or anything. On the one hand, it's sort of a pain to have to play chaperone again... But on the other hand, it means I'm a real, bona fide grown-up, right? Teehee.
Corrin: Haha. You know you don't need other people to tell you that, Midori. But I suppose if it makes you feel better, I'm still happy for you.
Midori: Heehee. Well, I better go get packed! It's gonna be a long adventure, I think.
Corrin: Go on then. Just be safe, OK?
Midori: Will do! Good-bye, Mother! I'll be back before sundown!
Shiro: Hrrrnh! Gotcha!
Corrin: Shiro? So it is you! What are you doing down by the river so early?
Shiro: Oh, morning, Corrin! I was just out trying to spear a fish or two. I know my way around a lance, after all! See how many fish I've snagged already?
Corrin: That's enough to feed an army. You caught all of these single-handedly?
Shiro: Sure did! Shh—I just saw another one. Hyah!
Corrin: My, you're quick with that spear.
Shiro: Cut it out, before you embarrass me. Hey, what if I cooked some of these fellas for breakfast? They're good eating!
Corrin: Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to trouble yourself.
Shiro: Trouble? No trouble at all! I should warn you, though, I'm not as good with a skillet as I am with a spear.
Corrin: Pfft, you're too modest. I'm sure it will be delicious.
Shiro: Hahah, well, we'll see. I actually already cooked a few in case anybody came by wanting one.
Corrin: Hmm? Oh, is that what the campfire by the riverbank is for?
Shiro: Yep. It takes too long to roast them one by one, so I do it in batches. I figured all the serious eaters would be by at some point... Looks like you're the first!
Corrin: I-I'd hardly call myself a "serious eater"!
Shiro: Hahahah! Here, this one looks just right for you.
Corrin: Wow, that does look tasty... OK, let's have it. *chomp* *chomp* Wow! It's delicious!
Shiro: See? You're a connoisseur after all.
Corrin: This may be the best fish I've ever tasted. Is it because it's freshly caught? Or do I have your skills as a chef to thank?
Shiro: Good question. I dunno. But seeing as you liked that one so much... Go ahead and have some more. I'll join you!
Corrin: You're a generous sort, aren't you, Shiro?
Shiro: Who, me? I don't know about that... I just felt like putting all this together. But never mind that—there's more fish ready to eat. Come on, dig in! You gotta try the trout!
Corrin: H-hold on! One at a time...!
Shiro: Corrin! I've got another giant pile of fish ready to serve. How's your appetite this morning?
Corrin: Oh, you went spear fishing again today? I can't ask you to bring me fish every time you go out.
Shiro: Sure you can! You probably don't know this, but... I was really happy you liked my fish that time we met by the river! I want you to be as happy as I was then, which is why I keep bringing you fish.
Corrin: Errm...thanks, I think! But this makes five meals of fish in a row, and I'm ready for something else. Besides, there is something I wanted your advice on...
Shiro: I'd be glad to help.
Corrin: You've fed me so many fish now that I feel I should repay you for them somehow. Why don't I act as your partner for lance practice?
Shiro: Hmm...I guess you are my father's sister. If you're as tough as him...
Corrin: You mean Ryoma? Yes, I've had quite a few sparring sessions with him.
Shiro: All right, I'll take you upon that! I love a good challenge.
Corrin: Thank goodness...no more fish...
Corrin: Oh, it's nothing! I'll let you know when I'm ready, OK?
Shiro: Yeah, sounds great! Thanks!
Corrin: Hrrnh! Yaah!
Shiro: Oof! You're as good as I hoped, Corrin! I'd have to go back a ways before I had a sparring session this intense!
Corrin: Thank you. You're not so shabby yourself.
Shiro: Hahah, glad I'm living up to your expectations! We've been at this awhile, though... Let's take a breather.
Corrin: Very well.
Shiro: Whew! What a workout. I appreciate you taking the time to train with me. I can already see a few ways to improve my technique!
Corrin: I'm happy to assist. But they tell me you never miss a day's practice... Is there a reason you're training so hard?
Shiro: Hmm? Oh, for my father, I guess.
Corrin: Ryoma? You're trying to outdo him?
Shiro: Yes. My father's outlook is pretty... old fashioned. We don't agree on much. But no one can touch him when it comes to pure skill in a fight. If you had a father like that, wouldn't you feel the need to push yourself all the time? That's why I never let up practicing. One day I'll beat him.
Corrin: I think I can sympathize. But, Shiro...if anyone can surpass Ryoma, I'd bet on you.
Shiro: Then you'd win your bet! Though of course, that's not my highest priority right now. I've still got to bring peace to the world, and other little things like that.
Corrin: Indeed. I'm training for the same reasons.
Shiro: You? No way! You're already terrifying! It's hard to pin down, but you're strong in a way that's different from my father. I'm trying to learn from you as best I can.
Corrin: Haha, you're too kind, Shiro. I think this is as good a time as any to resume training, don't you? We both have a lot of ground to cover!
Shiro: Let's do it!
Shiro: Corrin, can I ask a huge favor? Let's have a practice match. Right now.
Corrin: Why on earth...?
Shiro: Please, just do this for me!
Corrin: I don't mind at all, but why—
Shiro: No time to explain. I brought a lance for you.
Corrin: Very well. I'm ready when you are.
Shiro: En garde!
Corrin: You're like a man possessed today...!
Shiro: *pant* *pant* Yaaaaaaahh!
Shiro: Oh! I'm sorry, Corrin! You OK?
Corrin: Fine...just winded. You came at me so ferociously, I'd lost before the battle had even begun.
Shiro: Yeah...I guess I overdid it just a little.
Corrin: A little? What's going on here, Shiro? You don't seem yourself today.
Shiro: I should come clean. I decided that today's match would decide for me if I should tell you or not...
Corrin: Tell me what?!
Shiro: If I managed to beat you, I was gonna go ahead and say it...so here goes... I'm—I'm in love with you!
Shiro: Sorry if this comes as a shock. But over all those fish dinners and mock battles... I noticed I was starting to really care about you. You've always gone the extra mile to support me. When I see you smile... I really believe in myself. I know I can get stronger if I try. So I'm hoping you'll stick around for me.
Corrin: Um... Ahahahah!
Shiro: Huh? What are you laughing for?! I was being serious!
Corrin: I'm sorry, Shiro, I didn't mean to make fun. But this whole confession you set up...it's so you! I can't help but laugh.
Shiro: That's cold, Corrin...
Corrin: Forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you. I actually found it charming. It's a perfect example of what I like about you.
Shiro: What? Really?! Does that mean that you want to be with me too?
Corrin: Yes. Whether it's spear fishing or lance practice, I want to do everything together!
Shiro: Thank the stars! And thank you, Corrin!
Shiro: I'm stronger with you at my side. Stay with me forever.
Shiro (as parent and child)
Shiro: Hey, Mom. Do you feel like doing something today?
Corrin: Hmm? Why do you ask?
Shiro: We didn't get to spend very much time together while I was growing up, right? Maybe now we can make up for that! We should have a mom-son bonding day!
Corrin: Oh, I see. How sweet. But honestly I can't think of anything to do right now. But I'm just delighted that you thought of me, sweetie.
Shiro: No! That's not good enough! I wanna spend time with you now. I mean, I can't spend time with Dad. He's always preoccupied with the war. I guess you don't see him often either. Has Dad ever even given you a gift or anything? How do you know he even cares about you?
Corrin: Sh-Shiro, that's not your father's way.
Shiro: Well, guess what. I'm not like him. I actually want you to know how special you are. So hurry up and think of something cool for us to do together already!
Corrin: Heehee, you're too much.
Shiro: Why are you laughing at me?!
Corrin: Shiro, I don't know why you feel a sudden need to compare yourself to Ryoma. I think he'd be very upset if he heard you going on this way... I'm very lucky to be his wife. He treats me incredibly well.
Shiro: Are you sure about that?
Corrin: Well, of course I am. You may not know it, but he loves me very much, dear. If you really don't believe me, then I'll prove it to you.
Shiro: Really? Well, I'd be curious to see your so-called proof.
Corrin: Fine. I'll collect it and show you soon.
Corrin: Why hello, Shiro. Do you have a moment?
Shiro: Sure, Mom. Why are you holding those envelopes?
Corrin: These are the proof of your father's love for me.
Shiro: Let me guess. Are those love letters?
Corrin: Yes. I've kept every piece of correspondence that he's sent me over the years. This here is the first one he sent. And this is the most recent.
Shiro: Wow. Dad really likes to write a lot.
Corrin: He certainly does. I never would have dreamed that he would be so diligent with his writing. He expresses his love for me in person too. But I think letters allow him to open up and be more in touch with his emotions. I just love this side of his personality. It's very romantic. Heehee, let me guess. This wasn't what you were expecting, right?
Shiro: Not at all. I guess I've always thought of Dad as being stiff and formal all the time. Maybe I've been wrong about him this whole time. So what kind of stuff does he write about?
Corrin: Oh, Shiro. That's strictly between me and your father. I can't show you.
Shiro: Now I'm even more curious! But I guess knowing that he really cares will have to be good enough.
Corrin: I'm glad you're satisfied. Oh, and, sweetie. We both love you so much.
Shiro: I know. But thanks for saying so, Mom.
Corrin: Heehee, of course.
Shiro: Mom, there you are! Do you have a sec?
Corrin: Sure. What is it?
Shiro: Remember when you showed me those letters Dad wrote you? I thought maybe I'd try writing down my thoughts and feelings. You know, what it's like to be your son. That kind of thing.
Corrin: You did? Why thank you, Shiro. That's very thoughtful.
Shiro: No, it's not good enough.
Corrin: Huh? What do you mean?
Shiro: Well, it's not very special if I just do the exact same thing as Dad, right? That's why I'm going to treat you to a homemade meal too!
Corrin: Oh, really? A homemade meal?
Shiro: Yep! Anything you want, Mom. Well, anything I can find in the forest at least. But I can't get started until you tell me what sounds good. Does anything sound really tasty to you?
Corrin: Hmm, can I have a bit of time to think about it?
Shiro: I guess it would be hard to think of something off the top of your head. Just get back to me soon.
Corrin: I will.
Shiro: Awesome! Now I've got a leg up on Dad!
Corrin: Shiro, this isn't a competition. You can't possibly win or lose.
Shiro: But I'd be failing you as a son if I didn't make you happy.
Corrin: Heehee. How funny. Your father once said something very similar to me.
Shiro: He did?!
Corrin: Yes. Let me think for a moment... He said he would be a terrible husband if he couldn't make my life wonderful. The apple didn't fall far from the tree with you, Shiro. Heehee.
Shiro: Damn! He's got me beat already!
Corrin: Don't be silly. All I care about is knowing you love me. I'm very proud to be your mother.
Kiragi: La la la la ♪
Corrin: Hey, Kiragi. Wow! That's a pretty big pheasant. Did you just get back from hunting?
Kiragi: Sure did! Bagged myself a big ol' girl.
Corrin: You seem to be quite good at hunting. Have you been doing this your whole life?
Kiragi: Hm? Oh, yeah, pretty much. Sort of...
Corrin: Why the face? Did I say something wrong?
Kiragi: Huh? Oh, no. I was just thinking about hunting when I was younger. My caretakers always tried to keep me from doing it. "Hunting is too dangerous for a child like you! I swear, if we catch you again—" Yadda yadda. Haha. I still remember the scoldings.
Corrin: Well, you ARE a prince. I'm sure they just wanted to make sure you were safe.
Kiragi: And there is it again! I wish people would stop treating me like some delicate little princeling! But they never will. Even when I tell them I hate it, they just keep right on doing it.
Corrin: I-I'm sorry, Kiragi. I didn't mean to offend you.
Kiragi: No, it's OK. I'm sorry for going off like that. It's just... I mean, well, you're a princess, right, Corrin? Doesn't it bug you when people act like that? You know, with all the polite talk and the kid gloves and stuff?
Corrin: Well, I don't know. A little, I guess. I try to speak politely to everyone, whatever their rank, so I may be a bad example. There are times, however, when I wish people would speak more freely.
Kiragi: Yeah, that's it! I know exactly what you mean. And it's not just that! Doesn't it bug you when people act like royals are dumb? Like, they think we're all just isolated shut-ins that never go outside! Can you imagine what it would be like to even live a life like that?
Corrin: Ah... Yes, actually, I can.
Corrin: I spent my childhood as an isolated shut-in that rarely went outside. I was never permitted to leave the castle.
Kiragi: Oh! Seriously? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean you, I meant—ah, gee... Hm...but... That gives me an idea! Does that mean you've never gone hunting?
Corrin: Hunting? Maybe a little, but not much.
Kiragi: Then why don't you come with me sometime? I'll teach you all the ins and outs, so no one can call you a weak little shut-in again!
Corrin: B-but nobody's ever called me that before...
Kiragi: Yeah, I think this'll be great! Woohoo! I can't wait! I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early, OK, Corrin?
Corrin: K-Kiragi! Wait! ...And he's gone. *sigh* I guess I'm going hunting tomorrow.
Kiragi: Well done, Corrin! You were great out there!
Corrin: I'm just happy I didn't cause you any problems. I'm still so new to this... You, on the other hand, are truly amazing.
Kiragi: Yeah, right? I'm pretty sure I'm the best hunter alive! Of course, I wasn't always so unbelievably skilled. I might never have become a hunter at all if it hadn't been for my caretakers. They were always squawking in my ears, "Princes should stay inside!" "It's too dangerous out there! What would the kingdom do if it lost a prince?!" And one day I just got fed up! I decided I had to start going out into the real world! I think it all turned out all right, if I do say so myself.
Corrin: Aw... Well I'm glad you managed to find a way to do what you love.
Kiragi: It was so fun back then, even when I didn't catch anything. Everything was so fresh and exciting. I snuck out every day to go for a hike!
Corrin: Heehee. I'm pretty impressed, Kiragi.
Kiragi: Huh? Why's that?
Corrin: You know how I said I was kept inside my entire childhood? Well, I longed to see more of the outside world, just like you did. But I never really managed to get away with escaping. Not for lack of trying.
Kiragi: Aren't you out now, though?
Corrin: Well, yes, but through no virtue of my own. That's why I think it's so impressive that you managed to follow your dreams. You got out due to your strength and determination. That's inspiring.
Kiragi: Heehee. Aw, stop. You're making me blush! Well, if you'd like, I'll teach you everything I know about hunting. Just ask!
Corrin: Heehee. OK! I'll keep that in mind.
Corrin: Hello, Kiragi. About to go hunting again?
Kiragi: Nope! I actually just got back!
Corrin: Oh, then could I borrow you for a second? I wanted to talk to you about something.
Kiragi: Um, sure. What's up?
Corrin: Remember how you told me you hate people treating you like a prince? I don't think you really need to worry about it as much as you think.
Corrin: If I understand you correctly, what really bothers you isn't all the conventions. You're worried that others will not see the real you behind "the prince."
Corrin: What I mean is...I don't think you're that bothered by fancy talk or special clothing. I think you're afraid people will think you're weak or uninformed because you're royal. You just want people to acknowledge you for yourself and not your title. But the thing is...I think everyone already does that.
Kiragi: Why do you say that? I told you about my caretakers, right?
Corrin: I don't think they were really all that worried about the kingdom. They were worried about you. You were their charge. They didn't want you hurt. The people I grew up around...they all loved me, and not because I was a princess. I'm sure it's the same for those who took care of you.
Kiragi: Corrin... You're probably right, you know? But...I didn't realize it at the time. And I don't think I left on good terms.
Corrin: I'm sure they understand that you had your reasons.
Kiragi: Yeah, maybe... Thanks for taking the time to chat with me, Corrin. Heh. I feel like a huge weight's been lifted off my shoulders. Almost makes me miss the Deeprealms a little bit. Maybe I should write my caretakers a letter sometime...
Corrin: What was it like there?
Kiragi: Oh, it was incredible! We were surrounded by nature on all sides! It was the perfect place for a natural-born hunter to grow up! When this war is over...I wanna go back there, I think. We should go together.
Corrin: Haha. Very well. But only if you promise to introduce me to everyone you grew up with! Deal?
Kiragi: Haha. Deal!
Corrin: Hey, Kiragi. What's wrong? You look like you've been chased by a dragon.
Kiragi: *pant...pant...pant* I just realized...something and wanted...to tell you...right away...so I ran to see you! I was on...that mountain...over there...so it was a bit...of a trek!
Corrin: Huh?! But...that mountain must be 10 miles away! Please tell me you took some breaks!
Kiragi: Enough—*pant*—about that—*gulp*— This is important. Do you have some time?
Corrin: Of course. What did you want to discuss?
Kiragi: I just... I realized that I have the most fun when I'm with you!
Corrin: And you ran all this way to tell me that?
Kiragi: Yes! Er, well, no! See, lately, I just don't have fun when I go hunting by myself. Even if I catch something, I'm not happy. Even if it's big!
Kiragi: But, when I go with you, I have fun even if we don't catch a thing! The time just flies by when we talk! So, I guess what I'm trying to say is... I think I'm in love with you, Corrin!
Corrin: Wh-what? Come again?
Kiragi: I love you! I love you! I love you more than anyone! So...would you want to...um...be together?
Kiragi: I-is that a no?
Corrin: No, Kiragi...I love you too. You're the kindest, sincerest, most easygoing person I've ever known. I'm so lucky to have met you!
Kiragi: Then, you mean—
Corrin: Yes. My answer is yes!
Kiragi: You mean it?! HOORAY! WOOHOO! Aw yeah! Yeah yeah yeah! I don't think I could possibly be happier!
Corrin: Heehee! I didn't expect you to be so happy!
Kiragi: Why wouldn't I be? My favorite person in the whole world loves me back! Hey...Corrin. Wanna go hunting?
Corrin: Huh? Right now?
Kiragi: Yeah! Don't you think it's a fitting way for us to celebrate today? It was hunting that brought us together, after all! Come on! Let's go!
Corrin: K-Kiragi! Kiragi? How can he be so fast?! Kiragi! Wait for meeeeee!!
Kiragi: Guess I'm not the only archer around here—you got me right through the heart, you know. And I couldn't be happier.
Kiragi (as parent and child)
Kiragi: Ah, the great outdoors! What a perfect day for some hunting! The mountains are looking particularly appealing... But I did see a lot of game in that field the other day, too. So many choices!
Corrin: Stop right there, Kiragi.
Kiragi: Yikes! H-hey, Mom. You sure are good at sneaking these days.
Corrin: Oh, did I scare you?
Kiragi: Obviously. You look like you're about to attack me!
Corrin: That's because you're out here, and you absolutely shouldn't be. What am I going to do with you...
Kiragi: I'm really sorry... I promise I'll do it as soon as I get home.
Corrin: Right, right. That sounds awfully familiar. Every time you get home from hunting, you just grab something to eat and fall asleep. Not this time.
Kiragi: B-but I'm terrible at math. And history is way too hard!
Corrin: That's why you need to work harder! I already told you that I would help with your studies.
Kiragi: I can survive being bad at math and history. I don't see what the big deal is.
Corrin: Kiragi, there is bad, and then there is abysmal. You are beyond abysmal. Your father and I should have realized that much sooner, and we're sorry. But now that we're all together again, we want to do everything we can to help you. I know it doesn't seem like it, but this will be so good for you!
Corrin: Come on, let's go home. I know how much you love hunting, but someday you'll thank me for pushing you.
Kiragi: No! This isn't fair! Hunting is the only thing I have to look forward to! Don't try and take that away from me. You may be my mom, but you can't force me to do anything! I'm going hunting, and I don't care whether you like it or not!
Corrin: Ah! Kiragi, come back here!! *sigh* There he goes...
Kiragi: What an amazing day! No one will be going hungry anytime soon. That bird sure gave me a lot of trouble. I should look it up when I get home. Maybe I need to build some new traps, too.
Kiragi: OK, careful... Easy does it. I can't let Mom know that I was out hunting instead of resting. "Work harder on your studies!" That's all she ever thinks about... Like I need math or history to be a good hunter.
Corrin: Hmm. No, that's unrelated. Maybe if I rewrite it like this...
Kiragi: What's this? It looks like she's writing something down.
Corrin: Instead of using just numbers, we can change these to rabbits in a trap... I bet that would help him understand.
Kiragi: What is she doing there?
Corrin: Oh, rats! Where did I put that book? It has to be around here somewhere. I need to track it down so I can start his history lessons.
Kiragi: Geez, she's working really hard.
Corrin: I just have to help him learn to memorize things. If we move slowly and cover everything, I know he'll catch up soon.
Kiragi: Hey, Mom.
Corrin: Oh! Welcome back, Kiragi. Why are you just standing there?
Kiragi: Y-you knew I wasn't here?
Corrin: Well of course. You forgot to close the bedroom door when you left.
Kiragi: Oh, I did? Oops. Listen, I just wanted to say that... Well, I'm sorry, Mom. You're putting so much energy into helping me learn, and then I just run off to hunt.
Corrin: Shh, it's all right, Kiragi. It's important that we both understand where the other is coming from. I know how much you love hunting. I just want you to balance that with some studying too!
Kiragi: I will! I didn't realize how much this mattered until I saw you just now... Please, teach me! I want to learn about math and history!
Corrin: Do you really mean it? That makes me so happy. Are you ready to get started?
Kiragi: OK! But wait, I'm totally covered in mud. Let me change real quick—then we can start! Wait right here!
Kiragi: All right! I solved it! Take that, math problem!
Corrin: Hang on, let me check your work... Hmm, your answer is correct. But how did you come to this answer?
Kiragi: Oh yeah. I know you normally start on the right... But if you make an assumption here, you can skip a lot of extra calculations! The book said it was an advanced method, but it didn't seem all that tough.
Corrin: An advanced method, huh? Well, your answer is correct. Nicely done, Kiragi!
Kiragi: Hehheh! Thanks, Mom!
Corrin: Your history assignment is looking perfect as well. All the years, locations, and important events are in the right spots. You didn't miss anything at all. I'm so proud of you!
Kiragi: It was a lot easier once I started thinking of them as fantastic stories. Random facts are so much more difficult to remember. And I've got a great teacher, too!
Corrin: I was happy to help, Kiragi. But all of this progress is due to your hard work!
Kiragi: Stop, Mom. You're going to make me blush!
Corrin: It looks like we've covered everything I prepared for today. And look, there's lots of daylight left... I bet you'd love to go out hunting, right?
Kiragi: Um, actually...no.
Corrin: What? Really?
Kiragi: I mean, of course I'd like to go hunting, but I'd rather study more with you.
Corrin: Aww, that's so sweet.
Kiragi: You've made this so much fun. I used to dread it before. I'm learning so many new things!
Corrin: Well we can keep going if you want to. It's so nice to spend all this time together.
Kiragi: It's the best!
Corrin: *pant pant* Oh, Asugi! C-could I get your help?
Asugi: Hey there, Boss. What's wrong? You seem a little out of breath.
Corrin: We've been rai— Did you just call me "Boss"? That's not as...imaginative as your other nicknames.
Asugi: I know, I know. I WAS thinking "Bubbles," but something about it just didn't sit right. I've been having trouble coming up with good nicknames these days... Anyways, what'd you need?
Corrin: We've been raided!
Asugi: Raided? I didn't hear anything.
Corrin: I mean our food! Someone managed to break into the mess's storage room!
Asugi: ...Isn't there a watch assigned to that room round the clock?
Corrin: Yes! And they didn't see anything! Which is why this is such a problem! We have no idea how they got in! Which means it could happen again.
Asugi: I see...
Corrin: Asugi, do you have any idea how this might have happened?
Asugi: ...Nope. Nah. Not a one. Mm-mm. No, ma'am.
Corrin: Um...OK. Suspicious answers aside, if you think of something, please, come to me. I'll be heading the investigation personally. This is too important to delegate. If they hit our food again, they may take far, far more. And if we don't have food, we don't have an army.
Asugi: Yes'm. I'll keep my peepers peeping. Now, if you'll be so kind, I'll take my leave. I have some affairs to see to.
Corrin: Hm... ...No, it couldn't be. Asugi wouldn't lie to me. I should get back to my investigation.
Corrin: *pant pant* Asugi!
Asugi: Out of breath again? Let me guess...
Corrin: Yes. Those thieves hit our food supply again.
Asugi: I see.
Corrin: I swear I will catch the dastards that did this and bring them to justice! If this keeps up, I shudder to think what will happen to us. Thankfully, they've only managed to get away with a trivial amount of food so far...
Asugi: You've a right to be angry, I s'pose.
Asugi: Stealing is a crime, after all. It's not right, taking from others for one's own gain. But, then, how many people steal food out of selfishness?
Corrin: ...What do you mean?
Asugi: I mean that there can be good reasons for stealing. See, this may be hard to believe, but not everyone who's poor deserves to be so. And nobles have more wealth than they can shake a candy cane at. The world could use some...rebalancing now and then. That's why we have noble thieves—to take from the rich and give to the poor.
Corrin: But how are we supposed to prevent chaos if we just let people steal? What did the nobles do to deserve to lose their property?
Asugi: *snort* What did they do to earn it? A little chaos can be a good thing. Besides, you'll find that the poor aren't greedy. They take what they need. Like you said, only a small amount of food was missing from our stores.
Corrin: I...I mean, that's true, I guess...
Asugi: Anyway. That's all. Catch you later, Boss.
Corrin: Asugi! Wait!
Corrin: Um...I apologize in advance, but I must ask. Did you...?
Asugi: You think I stole it? Heh. Can't say I blame you after that little speech. Don't worry, though. Wasn't me. But everything'll be clear soon enough.
Corrin: Asugi! Is it true?! Were you the one that caught the thieves?!
Asugi: Damn it. Who ratted?
Corrin: It never even occurred to me that they would be children. How did they even get in?
Asugi: There was a hole in the back, hidden behind a mound of dirt.
Corrin: If you knew this, why didn't you say anything about it? This is a major security risk! What if someone else had found it?!
Asugi: The hole is tiny. Barely big enough for a hound. It was pretty clear no adult could get through it, and there's no other way in. Besides, it's pretty much always children who steal food. Especially in that amount.
Asugi: Adults always go after money. They understand they need more than food. But kids are more straightforward. They follow their stomachs. Anyways, I don't want to make a big deal out of this. For their sake. You're not going to help them much by giving them anything. These kids have parents. Which means anything you give the kids ain't theirs.
Corrin: And you don't think the parents would do the right thing...
Asugi: I visited them. They're not the virtuous type. It's hard to be virtuous and poor. I did arrange something with the local grocer, though. Heard he was trustworthy. He agreed to look out for them as well as he could. Make sure they weren't hungry. And I got the kids to promise they wouldn't steal so long as they were fed. Hope one of them takes it to heart.
Corrin: Y-you did all that?
Asugi: Eh? Sure. Why not? Didn't have anything better to do.
Corrin: I guess I just...didn't expect it of you.
Asugi: Heh. Glad to know I inspire such raw, trusting admiration.
Corrin: Er, not that I ever had a bad opinion of you. I think I just...misunderstood you. You've taught me some important things, Asugi. We need to keep in mind the people we're supposedly trying to do this for. Without them, all our efforts amount to little more than another power struggle. Even if we don't see them, we must always keep them in mind.
Asugi: Guess you're not so naive after all, Boss. Well, if something else comes up, let me know. Later.
Corrin: Thank you, Asugi.
Asugi: Hey, you. Need something?
Corrin: You went to check in on the kids who were stealing from us, didn't you?
Asugi: What? I don't— You got spies on me or something? I could have sworn I wasn't being followed.
Corrin: A little bird told me. I guess this explains all the baking you've been doing lately. I figured your sweet tooth was acting up, but it looks like it was just your heart! Haha. You should be proud, Asugi. It's a good thing you did.
Asugi: Oh, cram it. Anybody'd do the same. Who doesn't like to look after kids?
Corrin: Plenty of people. You're much kinder than you let on. Speaking of which...I wanted to apologize. For suspecting you were the food thief. It's just...it seemed so obvious. You had the skills and the knowledge. And you've got an insatiable appetite for desserts... I couldn't help but suspect...
Asugi: Yeah, I know. You're pretty easy to read. Most earnest, naive types are. But I like that about you. It's what makes you admirable.
Corrin: Thank...you? But, really, I must apologize for thinking you had anything to do with it.
Asugi: I'd be real annoyed if it were anyone else, but I think I can let it slide this once. But only because it's you.
Corrin: Huh? Why?
Asugi: Heh. Guess I gotta come clean. I fancy you, Boss.
Corrin: What?! A-Asugi!
Asugi: Haha. Don't sound so pleased.
Corrin: No, I didn't mean... I meant... That makes me very happy, Asugi. I "fancy" you too.
Corrin: You didn't notice? Who'd you think's been leaving all of those candy apples in your quarters?
Asugi: Th-that was you?
Corrin: Yes. I wanted to pay you back for what you did for those kids. And, well, we all love giving presents to the object of our secret affections. You're so kind, Asugi. I think it's very... admirable.
Asugi: W-would you quit saying the "k" word?!
Corrin: Heehee! You're so cute when you're embarrassed.
Asugi: G-ghh... Whatever... But...I am glad we feel the same way about each other.
Corrin: As am I. I think this might just be the start of a beautiful life together, Asugi.
Asugi: Me too, Corrin. This life and the next one, too.
Asugi: You're sweeter than sweets, my sweet. Let's celebrate our delicious love with a giant wedding cake! I'm serious. Biggest. Cake. EVER.
Asugi (as parent and child)
Asugi: Ah, mission accomplished. I got a ton of useful information tonight. Today's undercover work was riskier than usual. I almost got caught this time. Almost doesn't count though, heh heh. Time to share what I learned and go relax.
Corrin: Asugi! You're finally home...
Asugi: M-Mom?! Shouldn't you be asleep? It's really late.
Corrin: I realize that. But I'll stay up as late as it takes to see you home safely.
Asugi: I'm fine, Mom. It's an early morning tomorrow. You should be asleep!
Corrin: I try, but it's no use. I lie awake worrying about you.
Asugi: Look, I get sent out on these recon trips because I'm good at them. We all risk our lives when we're out on our missions, and I'm no different.
Corrin: Solo missions are different, though. I don't like that you put yourself in such danger without any support.
Asugi: I told you, I'm fine. I do what I have to, and that's the end of it. If you stay up all night, you'll just be a liability to all of us tomorrow.
Corrin: That's not fair, Asugi. Don't think you can get out of discussing this.
Asugi: Look, it's late. I'm exhausted. We should both get some rest.
Corrin: ...All right. But this is not over.
Asugi: ... I've successfully infiltrated the enemy base. Piece of cake! (Mmm...cake.) Now to scope out what the leaders here are up to. They've been acting suspicious. If I can just find some evidence that they're planning something…
Corrin: I suggest saving that heavily guarded building to the right for last, just in case.
Asugi: WHAA—?! What...? MOM?! What in the name of all that is sweet and holy are you doing here?
Corrin: I heard you trying to sneak out, and so I thought I'd tag along.
Asugi: Wh-why would you follow me? This place is dangerous!
Corrin: I told you. You need support on these hazardous missions, so I'm volunteering.
Asugi: You shouldn't be here, Mom. This is MY mission, not yours!
Corrin: What does it matter, so long as it's accomplished? If anything, that should be easier with two of us attacking the problem.
Asugi: SHH! Be quiet!
Asugi: Not another word! The enemy patrol is heading this way...
Asugi: *sigh* OK, they're gone. Gods, my heart is racing. I was certain they'd spotted us.
Corrin: Haha, I doubt it. They never came anywhere near our position.
Asugi: Geez, Mom. I know parents like to bond with their kids, but this is overkill!
Corrin: There's no such thing as overkill when it comes to looking after my son.
Asugi: Ugh, enough is enough. I can't think straight when you're here. This whole mission is a bust. Let's go.
Corrin: Er...what happened to the suspicious leaders? The enemy plans?
Asugi: Come on, Mom. I know a shortcut back. It's time to go home.
Corrin: But the moon's just set. We have plenty of time to finish things here.
Asugi: It's over. Come on, let's hurry back.
Corrin: Well, it's your mission, I suppose...
Corrin: What are we tackling tonight? Troop movements? Message interception?
Asugi: ... WE are not going anywhere. You're not coming along.
Corrin: I insist, Asugi. I won't stay home while you put yourself in danger.
Asugi: Mom, you're being unreasonable. Don't you trust me?
Corrin: My trust in you won't help me much if they have to carry you back in several pieces. I'm your mother. The unreasonable thing is you asking me not to worry. I'm a powerful warrior in my own right. Why shouldn't I help my son?
Asugi: We each have our own part to play in this war, Mom. I'm a ninja, so I fulfill the roles that my training has prepared me for. When you follow me, it puts us both in very real danger. Instead of focusing on the mission, I can only think of protecting you.
Corrin: I meant well, Asugi. It's just...
Corrin: How would I live with myself if you were caught on one of these solo missions? It tortures me to do less than I possibly could for you...!
Asugi: Mom... Look, this is embarrassing, so I'm only going to say it once.
Asugi: When I got back from my mission that one night and I saw you waiting up for me... I was so happy.
Asugi: Really. It made me realize that I had a real home to come back to. Knowing you're out there, waiting for me, makes me desperate to make it back home. No matter how much danger I'm in or what I have to do to make it back safely... I always will. I will always, always come back home to you.
Asugi: That's why I need you to stay here. My home is wherever YOU are. I can't do what I do without knowing that I have a loving home waiting for me. As long as you're here, safe and happy, I'll never lose heart.
Corrin: ... All right. If that's really how you feel, then I'll restrain myself. I want you to be alive, mind you, but I also want you to be happy.
Asugi: Mom... Thank you. You don't know what that means to me.
Corrin: There's still the problem of what I'll do instead of sleeping, but I have one idea. How about if I prepare your favorite foods for you? You're hungry when you get home, I'm sure.
Asugi: That...would be AMAZING!
Corrin: It's a deal. You'll be sure to come home, and I'll be sure you're properly welcomed.
Asugi: Thanks, Mom. I love you.
Selkie: Hey, Corrin! Wait up!
Corrin: Selkie? How can I help you?
Selkie: You have horns, right? On your head?
Selkie: You know what I mean. When you turn into a dragon. You have horns?
Corrin: Yes, I suppose I do. Although I haven't spent much time looking in the mirror as a dragon.
Selkie: Well, that's too bad, because they look AMAZING on you. I wish I had a set of my own... But kitsune don't grow horns.
Corrin: But you have such a lovely tail and cute fuzzy ears! I'm not sure horns would complement the overall look...
Selkie: Bah! Cute, schmoot. I want to look tough! Will you come hunting for a cool set of horns with me?
Corrin: Hunting for horns? I don't understand.
Selkie: Jeez, do I have to explain everything to you? I'm going to get them from a deer! Their horns just grow back anyway.
Corrin: Well, first of all, deer have antlers. Secondly, how are you going to attach—
Selkie: All right! It's decided! Let's go! Woohoo!
Corrin: OK, then...
Corrin: What do you think, Selkie? Should we call it a day?
Selkie: Aww! If I were hunting these deer for real, I'd have caught ALL of 'em. But when I'm trying to be all nice and capture one alive, it just runs away! Stupid deer! Don't they know I just want their antlers?
Corrin: I'd call them SMART deer, for running away from a predator like you. But I can see that you're frustrated. And I'm exhausted. Running around all day at your pace has really wiped me out.
Selkie: You're tired? I have just the thing. Wait here!
Selkie: Here you go! A canteen of fresh springwater, ice cold!
Corrin: Oh, that's just what I needed. But where did you find it?
Selkie: There's a hidden spring just around the bend from here. It's one of my little secrets!
Corrin: Well, thank you! I feel refreshed enough to keep on hunting. C'mon, let's go!
Selkie: Nah, that's OK. I don't wanna waste any more of your time.
Corrin: Really? Are you sure? I know how much you want a set of antlers.
Selkie: It's all right. I had a lot of fun today just racing all around the woods with you. Besides, I'm hungry. Let's go home!
Corrin: Well, if you're sure...
Selkie: Yep! I'll race ya back to camp!
Corrin: Hmm...How can I help Selkie get over this whole "antlers and horns" thing?
Corrin: Hey, Selkie. What are you up to? What's that book you're reading?
Selkie: Hi, Corrin! I was just looking through this amazing picture book. Check out this horse. Crazy horn, right? And look how many horns this monster has!
Corrin: Yes, those are some impressive creatures. But...I hope you're not still worried about not having any horns of your own...
Corrin: Because...I think your fuzzy little ears and tail are pretty darn cute. Everyone already knows you're fierce—you don't need horns to prove anything. I guess what I'm saying is...I think you're pretty great just the way you are.
Selkie: Really? You mean that?
Corrin: Of course! If anything, I'm a little envious of your look.
Selkie: Aww, you're too nice, Corrin. But you should know that I'm actually totally happy with the way I look. I thought some horns would be cool, sure... But I also just wanted an excuse to play with you in the forest!
Corrin: Well, that's great! I'm really glad to hear that. So, you're all done questing for horns and antlers and other types of trophies?
Selkie: Nope! Now we've gotta go get you a pair of cute fuzzy ears just like mine! Since you like 'em so much, you know!
Selkie: What? You don't have to wear 'em when you're a dragon or anything. Plus, it'd be another great chance to go running in the forest. Wheeee!
Corrin: Selkie, we don't need an excuse to go hang out in the forest. We can just go! So, please...let's not scalp the ears and tail off any poor woodland creature...
Selkie: OK, sounds good to me. Let's go!
Corrin: Don't ever change, Selkie...
Selkie (as parent and child)
Selkie: Hey, Mom! What are you doing? Wanna go outside and play?
Corrin: With all that mud on you, I'd say you've done quite enough playi— Selkie, is that blood?!
Selkie: Yep! I was exploring in the forest, and I think I fell off a cliff or two. Heehee!
Corrin: Does it hurt? Do we need to go see the healer again?
Selkie: Aww, I'm fine. I just scraped my knees a little bit. Everything still works the way it's supposed to. See?
Corrin: Y-yes, I see... But our living room is not an obstacle course, dear. I appreciate your exuberant spirit, but I wish you'd be more careful.
Selkie: Grr, that's no fun! What am I supposed to do?
Corrin: Have you thought about all the things you can do indoors? You could keep a diary, or make a pillow fort, or learn to cook.
Selkie: I dunno...sounds boring. Oh! I have an idea! Let's play dress-up! We can put on makeup and everything.
Corrin: Ah, that's an idea! Learning something new is always a good time.
Selkie: Yay! Let's do it! Gimme that lipstick!
Corrin: Not just yet, Selkie. This is going to take some preparation. I'll let you know when I've gathered everything. It shouldn't be long.
Selkie: All right...this is gonna be great!
Corrin: Are you ready for your makeup lesson, Selkie?
Selkie: Oh yeah! Bring it on!
Corrin: I have so many types and shades, I'm not sure where to start. What did you—
Selkie: War paint! Right under the eyes with lipstick! I want green—do you have green?
Corrin: Yes, but there's an important step that comes first. Before anything else, you need to put on some foundation.
Selkie: You mean this powdery stuff? I think it's gonna make me sneeze. AH-CHOO! Oh no...it's everywhere!
Corrin: Aaah...! Careful, Selkie! We need some of that to end up on your face!
Selkie: *sniff* I'm sorry, Mom. I'm screwing everything up, aren't I?
Corrin: Don't cry, dear. It'll streak your makeup, for one thing... Why don't you just watch today? I'll put on my usual makeup, and you can see how I do it. Then you'll be ready to try whatever you want on yourself!
Selkie: Really? OK...that sounds good.
Corrin: Now then, there's a lot you can do with makeup. It all depends on how you're aiming to present yourself.
Selkie: Fierce! I want to look like I could rip your head off with my teeth. Rawr! I mean, not YOUR head, Mom. Anyway, make me look fierce!
Corrin: Haha...that sounds interesting. I like your style, Selkie!
Selkie: Hey, Mom! Guess what?
Corrin: What are you beaming about today, Selkie?
Selkie: I got sooooo many compliments on the makeup you did for me. People said that I looked terrifying!
Corrin: Oh! Hooray...?
Selkie: Uh-huh! There's just one problem...
Corrin: A problem? What's wrong, dear?
Selkie: Well, I loved the makeup, but it took so long to put on. I'd kind of rather spend that time outside playing and running.
Corrin: I...I see.
Selkie: Oh! But that doesn't mean I didn't like being with you. It was really fun to see how you put it all together. I guess what I'm saying is... Sometimes I want to do makeup with you, but other times... I want to run and play outside with you!
Corrin: Whichever you want is fine with me. Being your mother has made me ready for anything...
Selkie: It has? Yay!
Corrin: In fact, I know a nice, cool pond not far from here we could go swimming in.
Selkie: Aww, you're the best! I'm so glad you're my mom!
Hisame: *crunch* *crunch* Mmm...perfection. Yet again.
Corrin: Hello, Hisame. What are you eating?
Hisame: Corrin?! What are you doing here? You surprised me!
Corrin: I'm sorry! It just looked like you were having a little snack. I was going to see if you'd be willing to share. But now that I see you're just eating raw veggies...I'll be on my way.
Hisame: Raw veggies? Please tell me you're joking. Are you completely ignorant of the fine art known as pickling?
Corrin: I...I suppose I must be. What's pickling?
Hisame: Gods. OK, deep breath, Hisame. Pickling is the time-honored art of preserving vegetables. You essentially brine the vegetables in a broth of vinegar and salt.
Corrin: Ah, so you preserve them by making them taste even more repellent?
Hisame: What a dark and desolate life you've lived in the absence of pickles. Listen, I'm going to give you a pickle, and you are going to eat it. You do not have a choice in this matter.
Corrin: All right. Here goes nothing. *crunch* *crunch* Hey, that's not bad!
Hisame: You see?
Corrin: I do. I'm afraid I'll need another bite. And you're going to have to tell me where you got these.
Hisame: Oh ho! I made them myself, of course. I've perfected the recipe over many years.
Corrin: Wow. So while other children were out playing, you were making pickles?
Hisame: Yes. Much to the dismay of my father, I might add. But never mind that. Now that you're hooked, we must expand your palate. Shall I stop by with some new varieties for you to try later?
Corrin: I'd love that! Thank you!
Hisame: You're welcome. I'm just pleased to have made another pickle pal.
Corrin: Do we have to call it that?
Hisame: Good day, Corrin. I've come bearing pickles, as promised.
Corrin: Mmm, I can't wait to try them.
Hisame: Well, I hope you have a strong appetite. I've brought three varieties today.
Corrin: This does look like a lot of food. I hope you didn't go to too much trouble...
Hisame: It was nothing. I pickle constantly in my spare time.
Corrin: *crunch* *crunch* I mean, these are delicious, but how did you come to be so dedicated to pickling?
Hisame: Well, you know how some people rebel against their parents? Staying out late? Wearing silly clothing? Breaking the rules? I made pickles because my father hated them.
Corrin: Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.
Hisame: It's OK. Ancient history. However, I will say that one of my life's goals is to make a pickle so good... ...that my father will actually eat it.
Corrin: Well. If these pickles aren't good enough, it seems you have a long road ahead.
Hisame: Perhaps. But in the meantime, I will surely get to enjoy many a delicious pickle.
Corrin: Well, good luck. And thank you again for the delicious pickles.
Hisame: You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must stir my latest test batch.
Corrin: The man sure loves his pickles...
Corrin: Hello, Hisame! Thanks again for all those pickles the other day. How's your latest batch coming along?
Hisame: Ah, Corrin! They're coming along quite nicely. Thanks for asking. I wonder if you're ready to take the next step... Would you like to learn how to make your own pickles?
Corrin: Really? You'd teach me? I guess I assumed that your recipe would be a closely guarded secret.
Hisame: Nothing of the sort. One of my goals is to popularize pickle consumption. So, of course, I'm always happy to share.
Corrin: Great! It's funny; I never thought I'd be getting this excited over something like pickles.
Hisame: And I never thought I'd be able to converse so freely with a beautiful woman. I mean, uh...
Corrin: Um, what?
Hisame: Sorry...that was awkward. But that's exactly what I meant. Unless I'm talking about pickles, I tend to get flustered around women.
Corrin: Well, I never would have guessed. You seem perfectly at ease to me.
Hisame: Well, as long as we keep this relationship strictly pickle-platonic, I should be fine. So, to that end, I believe we were discussing you learning how to pickle.
Corrin: Yes, that's right. What do I need?
Hisame: You will need only the basics. A few jars, a few ingredients, and my knowledge. Come! Pickle paradise awaits!
Corrin: Pickle paradise? I can't imagine why you'd have a hard time talking to women...
Corrin: Hey, Hisame! Check out my first batch of pickles!
Hisame: Ah, very nice. Very fragrant, and... *crunch* the texture is sublime.
Corrin: You really think they're good?
Hisame: Oh, yes. It took me years to achieve results this good. I can't believe it's your first batch.
Corrin: Aww, thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help.
Hisame: Well, your success is encouraging. It has encouraged me, in fact.
Corrin: Oh? How so?
Hisame: This may get awkward. Please brace yourself... But I've found that I can't stop thinking about you, Corrin. Even when I'm mixing my pickle brine, my thoughts drift to you. Is it strange that pickles should have brought us together like this? Am I totally off base? Have I gone too far? You're...you're not saying anything. Oh, gods, what have I done?
Corrin: Hisame...relax. Take a deep breath.
Hisame: *huff* *huff* Corrin...will you go out with me?
Hisame: You mean it?
Corrin: Yes! Hisame, I've been falling for you since the day we met. I don't care that it took the power of pickles to bring us together.
Hisame: I can't tell you how happy this makes me. Just think...we could grow old together. We could be that old couple at the park that always smells like pickles.
Corrin: Look, I like pickles, but THAT is too far. Let's just take this one step at a time.
Hisame: You're right, Corrin. I'm sorry. We're still pickle partners, though, right?
Corrin: Yes. Let's just try to think of a new name for it sooner rather than later...
Hisame: Our love is stronger than the world's most pungent pickle. Won't you dive into the brine with me?
Hisame (as parent and child)
Corrin: Hey, Hisame. Do you have a moment?
Hisame: Oh, hello, Mother. What do you—? Wait, is that—? Why do you have that?!
Corrin: Aha! I thought it was yours. I just found it while I was going through my stuff. It's a diary, correct?
Hisame: Y-yes. It is. Why? Did you read any of it?
Corrin: Of course I didn't! Or rather, I couldn't. Even if I wanted to. There's a lock.
Hisame: Oh, thank the gods! I'd forgotten about that lock! May I have the book now, then?
Corrin: Oh. Um. Sure!
Hisame: Excelle— Mother? You, um...you can let go now. ...Is something wrong?
Corrin: Well... I just thought... Are you sure I can't read it...just a tiny bit?
Hisame: N-no! There are some things that should remain private!
Corrin: Ohhhhhhh. I see. Yes...a boy your age would have all kinds of thoughts best kept from his mother. But to fill an entire book with them...
Hisame: Just what are you trying to imply?! Besides, this diary is from when I was much younger! To be honest, I don't even remember what I wrote. I just know it was private.
Corrin: Oh, really?
Hisame: Yes, really. May I please have the book back now?
Corrin: ...Fine. Here.
Hisame: Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way.
Corrin: Hm. I know I should respect his privacy, but I can't help but be a little curious...
Corrin: Hey, Hisame. I had some questions about that old diary of yours...
Hisame: What? You did read it, didn't you?!
Corrin: No, I didn't. Don't worry. It just got me thinking, is all. When you were little, we didn't get to spend much time together, right? So I was wondering if you might be willing to share anything you happen to find in it... Things about you. What you were like. Stories and stuff... Is that OK?
Hisame: Of course it is, Mother. It makes me very happy to hear you ask that. Hm. Perhaps we could read it together?
Corrin: Are you sure? You seemed so upset at the idea I'd read any of it before.
Hisame: Yes, I'm sure. I think it will be fine, so long as I can skip any parts I don't wish to share. I truly don't remember what is in it.
Corrin: Heehee. All right. Let's do it!
Hisame: Right now? All right, let me just find the key... Ah! There we go. Now, let's see... "Today was a great day. Mama came to see me!" "I wonder when I'll get to see her next. Maybe it'll be real soon this time!" "We got to play a lot today. I don't think I'll feel lonely again for a while!" Haha. It appears as though I wrote about your visits on nearly every page.
Corrin: Hisame... You were always thinking about your father and I, weren't you?
Hisame: Oh, well, I don't know about that. I am pretty surprised that there's nothing about my daily life in here, though. You'd think I'd have written about something else. At least a few times... But I suppose those visits were always the things I looked forward to most. They were rare treats, after all.
Corrin: Yes. I realize now how much of a blessing it is that we can see each other every day. We must appreciate every moment we are given.
Hisame: I feel the same way, Mother.
Hisame: Mother? You don't seem well. Is everything all right?
Corrin: Huh? Oh, yes. I'm fine.
Hisame: Then why do you look so distressed? Or...is it something you'd prefer not to discuss with your son?
Corrin: No, no. I'm just still thinking about your old diary. I was very happy you let me read it with you, but...it was hard to hear. You were always waiting for us to come visit you, and we made it so rarely... I'm so sorry, Hisame... We caused you so much pain.
Hisame: Please...it's all right. I understand why things had to be the way they were. Besides, I'm happier now than I have ever been. As a child, all I'd think about was when I might see you and Father next. But now I fight alongside you. I can contribute. I have purpose. So do not trouble yourself too much over me. I am content.
Corrin: Hisame... Thank you. I'm sorry for letting you see this side of me. I have to be strong.
Hisame: I did nothing. But I do hope you're feeling better.
Corrin: I am. And I promise...I will never allow us to be parted like that again.
Hisame: And I pray the day never comes when anything threatens to part us. Thank you, Mother.
Corrin: What's the matter, Mitama?
Mitama: Oh, it's nothing. It's just...my hairs aren't quite the way I like anymore.
Corrin: Your "hairs"?
Mitama: Yes. They just don't have the gleam they once did. I think it's time to replace them.
Corrin: Well, for what it's worth, I think your hair looks wonderful. I never pegged you as one to worry about your appearance, though.
Mitama: My appearance? No, I'm talking about my brush.
Corrin: Your brush?
Mitama: Of course. My writing instruments are my life. If they're ruined, so too are my poems. Bristles of my brush / Split ends split also in two / Beauty and poem. Do you see? That's the best poem I can write right now.
Corrin: Was that a bad poem? I can't really tell. But you do certainly seem unhappy.
Mitama: This is the end of my career as a poet! What will I do?! My life as a poet / Like a dream after waking / Sublime, but now over. No no no! Now I can't even get the syllables right anymore!
Corrin: Why don't we just go and buy you a new brush? They should have some in town.
Mitama: But how do we know that they'll be good brushes? I do not want to waste a trip. I hate going outside more than anything. There is dirt out there. Do you know dirt? It's so...dirty.
Corrin: Come on! If you don't at least try, you'll never have a good brush again! Is that what you want?
Mitama: No, it isn't. You're right. Which is why I will permit you to buy one for me.
Corrin: What?! I'm not your lackey. I'll come with you if you go, but I'm not buying anything.
Mitama: Ugh. OK. Fiiiiine.
Corrin: Here we are! This is supposed to be the biggest art shop around for miles.
Corrin: What's the matter?
Mitama: I'm not leaving.
Corrin: O-oh. Wait. What?
Mitama: I love it here. The soothing scent of ink drifting through the air... The rows and rows of brushes, reams of paper, easels, and canvases. I am enchanted. This store is a paradise. It shall also be my home.
Corrin: I don't think you can just move in! How about we just look for some brushes? Besides, everyone would miss you if you left us.
Mitama: I don't think so. Hm. Do you think I could make a mattress out of paper?
Corrin: People would absolutely miss you! And your poems! Now, tell me what kind of brush you're looking for.
Mitama: Fine, fine. If you insist it's a bad idea, I won't move in. Today. Now, brushes. Let's see... I want one identical to my old one. The bristles must be precisely the same— they are the soul of the brush. What animal the hair is from, how they have been prepared... There are many things to consider—all of which are of the utmost importance. I will not compromise on a single one.
Corrin: Wow...you really do have strong feelings about your brushes. I kind of thought you had no interest in anything other than poetry and sleeping.
Mitama: Heh, don't think complimenting me will do you any favors. We left on a quest / In search of the perfect brush / Now we near the goal!
Corrin: I don't think we should be running in here! Wait for me!
Mitama: *sigh* Even with Corrin's help, I couldn't find the perfect brush... My brush hand trembles / Despair closes off my throat / Word-makers, unmade.
Mitama: No voice reaches through / To sing my poems to life / O, this broken soul. Brushless, therefore soulless. I am quit now of the world of the living. Please, leave me be.
Corrin: Wait just a minute, now. I brought you a gift. Here. Take it.
Mitama: A new brush? And the bristles... They're exactly the same as the ones on my old brush! How did you get this?
Corrin: Well, after we had no luck at that first store, I just kept trying others on my own. I had your brush, so I knew it'd only be a matter of time before I found a match. And find one I did! Even if it took a little longer than I'd thought. Heehee.
Corrin: Oh, but I guess the handle isn't exactly the same. Is that OK?
Mitama: Yes. I can just replace it with the handle from my old brush.
Corrin: Oh, great! Then I guess we solved our problem!
Mitama: Thank you so much. Without you...my life as a poet might have been done for.
Corrin: Well, I wouldn't go that far. I'm sure you'd go back to writing eventually.
Mitama: No, truly. You have saved me. And now I will devote myself to poetry, body and soul! I could do no less after receiving a gift of such incredible generosity!
Corrin: I'm happy to hear it.
Mitama: For art and beauty / I live, and giving me these / You gave me my life. Heehee. The poems now flow from me as easily as a forest stream from its spring.
Corrin: Oh? Then perhaps you could write some for me.
Mitama: Anything for you / A thousand thousand blossoms / I'll heap upon you!
Mitama (as parent and child)
Corrin: Mitama! Don't pretend you're asleep!
Corrin: Come out, Mitama! It's time for the war council. You can't keep yourself in there forever!
Mitama: Please apologize / Tell them I am feeling ill / I'll come tomorrow.
Corrin: That's what you said yesterday. And the day before that! You need to attend at least one of these things to see how they work.
Mitama: Please, honored Mother / I do not want to learn this / I will not like it. Also, I am really tired and will fall asleep at the table.
Corrin: You wouldn't be so tired if you didn't stay up all night reading your favorite poets. Where in the world did you learn your love of poetry, anyway?
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper... As soon as I could write in flowing text, my love for poems blossomed.
Corrin: That doesn't really explain it. You can do a lot with a pen and ink. You could have learned to draw or taken up prose... What drew you to poetry?
Mitama: Am I mistaken? / Is there more than just haiku? / Maybe more poems?
Corrin: Something must have happened along the way to spark your interest in them...
Mitama: Perhaps we can learn / Explore this situation / Mother and daughter.
Corrin: I'd love to! Let's see—where would be the best place to start...? No! We don't have time for this! Nice try, my daughter. But we're going to that meeting. I want you ready to go when I open this door.
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
Corrin: Mitama? Are you there buried somewhere in all these papers?
Mitama: Ah, hello, Mother. Here lies my new goal / My very first poem hides / I must search this mess.
Corrin: Is that what you're doing? Trying to find the first poem you ever wrote?
Mitama: I speak in verse now / It was not always the case / In the past, the cause.
Corrin: And you think you'll discover the reason why you started in these old poems?
Mitama: Many days have passed / The answer remains hidden / My eyes grow weary. If I find my first poem, I'll be able to figure out what was going on in my life then. Ah! An old, tattered scrap / This page could be what I sought / It's my first poem.
Corrin: Oh! Well spotted. Would you mind reading it to me?
Mitama: Yet more days alone / Mother is late to visit / I feel my heart break.
Corrin: Oh dear. Not the thrill of discovery I was hoping for... I'm so sorry, Mitama.
Mitama: You'd gotten very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I remember now, I started writing poems to entertain myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Corrin: I never realized before how lonely you must have been in those days. I wish I could make it up to you somehow...
Mitama: No need to feel bad / Your reasons were with merit / The world needed you. I didn't know it then, but you were busy fighting to keep me safe.
Corrin: That's generous of you, but all the same... I'm sorry you went through that. Still, it doesn't get us any closer to finding out why you took up poetry in particular. Hmm...perhaps we should ask your caretakers in the Deeprealm.
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. Yes, I think I shall write to them and see if they can remember anything.
Corrin: There's an idea. Though I'd be happy to write the letter for you. It might get our point across less... cryptically.
Corrin: I don't understand... This doesn't make any sense!
Mitama: Mother, did you receive an answer from my caretakers? Please let me hear it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Corrin: As strange as this may sound... your caretakers have indicated that it was I who set you down the path of poetry.
Mitama: This does not make sense / Poetry is not your love / Why would they claim such?
Corrin: That was my initial thought as well. But then I considered it some more. Your caretakers did say that you would often imitate me for days after my visits. And on one such occasion, you took to mimicking the words of a song I sang you. They say that you begged everyone around to teach you how to write words like that.
Mitama: Like objects in mist / These memories are hazy / But they could be real.
Corrin: In that particular Deeprealm, the primary form of poetry was haiku. So they gave you volume after volume of the stuff, which you devoured.
Mitama: These books a lifeline / They consumed every moment / A strong influence. But how could I mistake song for poetry?
Corrin: Well, you were young. The relevance of the melody may not have occurred to you.
Mitama: I...I remember now! Buried out of sight / A warm memory revealed / A smile now blossoms.
Corrin: You wanted to know the words, so I taught them to you. When you repeated them without the tune, your caretakers thought it was a poem. So they taught you all they could about poetry, and here we are.
Mitama: A simple mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. It all makes much more sense now. Heeheehee, so it is your fault that I'm so in love with poetry and verse. Revealed as the source / Do you stop what you started? / It isn't so bad.
Corrin: Indeed not. I'm glad that we got to the bottom of this together.
Mitama: Poetry or song / Mother and daughter allied / A bond unbroken.
Corrin: I much prefer your latest effort to your first... Thank you, Mitama.
Corrin: Hey there! Whatcha reading?
Caeldori: Finderbinders! M-milady!
Corrin: Er, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
Caeldori: No, don't be sorry. It's all right. To answer your question, I'm not reading anything of interest.
Corrin: Oh? Then why are you trying to hide it?
Caeldori: Er, well...it's a little embarrassing.
Corrin: Ooooh. Embarrassed, eh? C'mon, you can tell me.
Caeldori: I-it's sort of kind of a love story.
Corrin: Oh, is that all? That sounds normal enough.
Caeldori: I suppose it is... I just imagine it's not exactly the best use of my time. I don't want anyone thinking I'm shirking my duties.
Corrin: So that's why you were hiding it. Well, I wouldn't worry about it so much. Plenty of people love that sort of thing. I've read some myself.
Caeldori: You have?
Corrin: I wasn't allowed out as a child, so I used to spend a lot of time indoors. As a result, I ended up reading a lot of books. Romances VERY much included.
Caeldori: I see. Your childhood doesn't sound so different from mine. I didn't know many children growing up, so books had to serve as my companions. In the end it was good for me, as it meant I learned a lot. But it was lonely at times.
Corrin: I see. I guess we've got more in common than I'd thought. So, tell me—what are your favorite kinds of love stories?
Caeldori: What do you mean?
Corrin: Y'know... What sets Caeldori's heart aflutter?
Caeldori: Hm. I think my favorites are the ones where a prince falls in love with a commoner.
Corrin: Ooh, I like those too! Or the ones where two lovers are torn apart by their families!
Caeldori: Oh, yes! Cuddling up with a tragic love story every now and then is wonderful. I don't know why I like them so much. I always feel so sad by the end. But it's a good kind of sad.
Corrin: Yes, I know exactly what you mean! I always end up crying and then just starting it all over again. I never would have guessed you'd be into this stuff too.
Caeldori: Nor I you. It's a pleasant surprise, I must say.
Corrin: Say, how about we see who else in camp likes this stuff? I'm sure we'd find tons of other fans if we just asked around.
Caeldori: Ooh. That's a great idea! Let's do it!
Corrin: Perfect! Now, who should we start with…
Caeldori: I can't believe it. We couldn't find a single woman in the entire army who liked romance novels.
Corrin: Yeah. Everybody else turned out to be so practical. Somebody told me "The real world isn't all dashing princes and glittering manaketes."
Caeldori: It's like they don't even get that that's the whole point—it's NOT the real world! *sigh* They must think we're just silly dreamers.
Corrin: Maybe, but I think THEY need to be educated. If we can only show them the wonders such stories have to offer, they'll be hooked!
Caeldori: But how will we do that?
Corrin: Let me think...
Caeldori: ...Oh! I know!
Corrin: Yeah? What did you come up with?
Caeldori: Let's write our own story!
Corrin: What?! That's impossible. I don't even know how to write!
Caeldori: Well, writing a novel might be hard, but I bet we could make some short stories!
Corrin: And you think our stories will make everyone love romance novels? You have a lot of faith in us...
Caeldori: I never do anything by half measures. I'm sure we'll succeed. And when we do, people will start wanting to see the stuff that WE like! And THAT'S when we show them our romance novels! They'll gobble them up like hotcakes!
Corrin: Heehee. OK, count me in. Let's do it!
Caeldori: What's wrong? Was my story that bad?
Corrin: *sniff* *sniff* Waaaaah!
Caeldori: Wh-why are you crying?
Corrin: B-because...it was...so...so moving! *sniffle* Especially the last part, where the hero, fatally wounded, returns to his lover! How could it NOT make me cry?!
Caeldori: Oh! Then I'm glad you liked it.
Corrin: "Liked" it? That doesn't even begin to express how I feel about your story! I mean, wow, you really CAN do anything, can't you? Not only are you super smart and an amazing fighter, but you can write too!
Caeldori: Aw! You flatter me. Now, when do I get to read something YOU wrote?
Caeldori: What? Why not?
Corrin: Because it's nowhere near as good as yours was! Mine seems so...pathetic now. I'd feel BAD for you if you had to read it.
Caeldori: Don't say that! Just let me read it. I bet I'll love it.
Corrin: No! Really, it's horrible. Not even readable. At least give me a chance to rewrite it.
Caeldori: OK, OK. If you really don't want me to read it, I won't push you.
Corrin: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make such a big deal out of it. But...um...if it's OK with you, I think I'll just tear up my story and throw it away. And we can take yours around and show THAT one to everybody.
Caeldori: I think...I'd rather not.
Corrin: Huh? Why not?
Caeldori: The one I wrote wasn't that good either, I think. I just took stuff from other stories I liked and put them all together to make mine.
Corrin: Oh, I see. I guess that makes sense. I probably just liked it because I like all those clichés too... But I still think what you did takes a lot of talent!
Caeldori: Thank you, Corrin. But I think this has taught me that writing isn't for me. I'm much happier just being a reader.
Corrin: Me too! I can't wait until we're done with this war. The second it's over, I'm going to just disappear into a library somewhere.
Caeldori: Me too! It'll be dashing rogues and noble princes as far as the eye can see! But in the meantime, I still want to read that story of yours!
Corrin: So you didn't forget... OK, OK, I'll do my best to finish it for you. But you better not laugh!
Caeldori (as parent and child)
Caeldori: Hm...the advance troops have just received fresh recruits, so they'll be needing tents. And a larger shipment of grain. Have the quartermaster make the arrangements.
Hoshidan: At once, milady. Would you like him to resume his duties managing the armory?
Caeldori: No. I will continue to oversee the armory personally. On that note, please go to the smiths and issue a requisition for the items on this list. Delivery is expected within the fortnight.
Hoshidan: Yes, milady. Right away, milady.
Corrin: Well, you've certainly been busy, haven't you?
Caeldori: Mother! How can I help you?
Corrin: I heard the supply division was short- handed and thought I could help. But it looks like you've got it all under control! Whoever appointed you really knew what they were doing.
Caeldori: You flatter me, but I've got plenty of room to improve yet. I'm still very new to this kind of work.
Corrin: Oh, you're just being modest. Now, how can I be of service?
Caeldori: Thank you, Mother. I appreciate the offer, truly, but I have nothing for you to do. All I've left is the inventory.
Corrin: You were planning on doing the inventory for the entire army by yourself? Nonsense! It will go much faster with two people. Or more, if we can find them.
Caeldori: Well, see, about that—
Corrin: Here, let me see the list. We just need to make sure the numbers match, right?
Caeldori: I— Er. Please give that back. It's important.
Corrin: Hm? This isn't an inventory. What is it? A floor plan?
Caeldori: Yes, essentially. It's a plan for the armory I drew up a little while ago. If the supplies are stored according to the plan, they can be counted very easily. It takes a fraction of the time and...only one person. I'm sorry, Mother.
Corrin: I see. Very good! So...you're sure there's nothing else I can do?
Caeldori: Um... Oh! I prepared some tea earlier! If you'd like, you may certainly help yourself to some! It's over there. In the corner.
Corrin: O-oh. OK. (I've never felt so useless before. Well. Um. That's OK. This is all right. This is fine.) (I'll just sit back, take a break, and sip some tea. Yeah.)
Caeldori: Huh? Did you say something, Mother?
Corrin: N-nope! Nothing. Nothing at all.
Caeldori: All right, these crates are fully loaded. Have we moved the damaged weapons yet?
Hoshidan: Yes, milady. They are en route to the smiths as we speak.
Caeldori: Good. Then all that is left is to deliver the new ones to the front. See to it.
Hoshidan: It will be done, milady.
Caeldori: Wah! M-Mother! I didn't see you! Wait, what are you even doing?! It isn't safe to hide in there, you know. We put weapons in those barrels.
Corrin: Oh, sorry. I was just watching you work and didn't want to interrupt.
Caeldori: ...Is something wrong? You seem a little off today.
Corrin: Oh, no. I'm fine! I just came by to offer my help again, but it looks like you still don't need any. I'm impressed, though. No hesitation. Precise, rapid orders. Intense focus. In fact, you were so impressive, I had absolutely nothing to offer. So I guess I'll just sit back in this corner and drink my tea while you work. Again. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
Corrin: You really take after your father, don't you? Intelligence, charisma, beauty... You've got all his gifts. I suppose there's not all that much of your mother in you though, huh? Heehee.
Caeldori: I— Mother, you—
Corrin: Oh, hush, Caeldori. It's a good thing. Really. It is. Now, I guess there's not much point in me tarrying here, so I think I'll be going. Keep up the good work! I'm very proud of you!
Caeldori: Mother! Oh, pumpersnickles! She's gone.
Caeldori: There you are, Mother!
Corrin: Oh, um. Hi, Caeldori.
Caeldori: Do you have some time? I wanted to speak to you about something.
Corrin: Yes, of course, dear. What's the matter?
Caeldori: Well, the last time we talked, you said that I was just like Father. But I don't think that's true. Fighting, riding, speaking—it all comes to him as naturally as breathing. I'm not like that.
Corrin: What do you mean? You're an incredibly talented warrior. And I don't think this army's ever seen such a capable administrator!
Caeldori: I mean that...I have never seen Father work hard at anything. But I have seen you do so. I know that you trained for years to acquire your skills. It was your work ethic that gave me the courage to improve myself. You made me understand that I didn't need to be naturally perfect to succeed in life. Everything I have achieved, I have done through hard work. Not natural genius. So thank you, Mother. I would not be who I am without you.
Corrin: No, thank you. It makes me very happy to hear you say that. I— *sniffle* Oh gods. I don't know what to say.
Caeldori: There's no need to say anything. Just, please, never think you are any less important a part of me than Father, OK?
Corrin: Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I won't ever say something like that again. Caeldori...I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful daughter.
Corrin: Hello, Rhajat. Did you need something?
Rhajat: Nope. *stare*
Corrin: I see. Well, would you mind not staring at me so intently?
Rhajat: Why? I'm not making any noise or physically disturbing you.
Corrin: I suppose that's true. But it just makes me feel a little uncomfortable. It seems every time I turn around, you're there, peeking at me.
Rhajat: Don't worry about it. I'm just watching over you.
Corrin: But why?
Rhajat: Because you're my soul mate, of course.
Corrin: What makes you say that? We barely know each other!
Rhajat: Because you saved my life. Watching over you for the rest of yours is the least I can do.
Corrin: I actually think that's the MOST you can do, Rhajat. And it's not necessary. Yes, I saved your life, but you would have done the same for me. As would anyone.
Rhajat: Uh...sure. Anyway, even if you hadn't saved my life, our fates were already intertwined.
Corrin: How so?
Rhajat: You really don't remember? Muhahaha...this is going to be fun. I'll be observing you even more carefully from now on...
Corrin: Well, this went poorly...
Rhajat: Heh heh...
Corrin: You know, Rhajat...you're not as stealthy as you think you are. I can hear you laughing!
Rhajat: I'm not laughing. I'm GIGGLING. Because following you around makes me giddy! And because I have a secret.
Corrin: Why don't you just tell me what it is? You know you want to.
Rhajat: No, this is much more fun. Muhaha!
Corrin: Fine. I'm not going to do anything for the rest of the day. You can just stand there and watch me do nothing if you want.
Rhajat: Ugh. Fine. If you're gonna be that way, I guess I'll spill the magic beans.
Corrin: Great. Let's hear it.
Rhajat: Well...you've been wondering why I'm so obsessed with you...
Corrin: Because I saved your life. Right?
Rhajat: No. Because you saved my life TWICE.
Corrin: What?! How is that possible? We never met before Hayato led us to your village.
Rhajat: Oh yes, we did... Do you remember when you came to visit my Deeprealm? There was a wild little girl there who ran around tirelessly, curious about everything.
Corrin: That was you?!
Rhajat: It was! I know it doesn't sound like me at all...but my whole life changed that day. In all my youthful enthusiasm, I nearly ran myself straight off a cliff. But you were there to catch me. It took me until the other day to make the connection that it was you. Heh, heh...
Corrin: Gods...I do remember that! But that little girl—I mean, you... You were so different. So...outgoing.
Rhajat: Yeah, well...that incident changed everything.
Corrin: I'm so sorry.
Rhajat: Don't be! It was the happiest day of my life. It made me realize that life is precious and I should be a little more selfish. Hayato hated it, but I started dabbling in the dark arts...teaching myself magic. Honestly, I owe you everything.
Corrin: Well, you're welcome. I guess...
Rhajat: Is that all you have to say?
Corrin: I'm sorry. I'm just in shock. I might need a little time to process this.
Rhajat: OK. See ya.
Corrin: Wait! Rhajat!
Corrin: I...uh. About that time...
Rhajat: Spit it out, Corrin!
Corrin: Sorry. It's nothing. Let's talk later.
Rhajat: Corrin...I need to know something. What were you about to say the other day?
Corrin: Oh, right. It was nothing. I was just going to apologize.
Corrin: For the way I treated you when you first started stalking—I mean WATCHING—me. I see now how much impact I've had in your life... It's totally understandable that you'd have strong feelings toward me.
Rhajat: Understandable, huh... You're talking to me like I'm still a little girl.
Corrin: Gah! You're right. I'm sorry again. Let's start over, shall we? I'm Corrin—nice to meet you! Let's pretend I haven't saved your life twice.
Rhajat: Ooh, role-playing... I like it. I'm Rhajat. I like cursing people, stalking people, and long walks through the graveyard. Heehee!
Corrin: Haha! Wait. You weren't joking, were you?
Rhajat: You're so cute when you pretend to be terrified of me. Heh, heh...
Corrin: Yes. I was pretending.
Corrin: ... I know you're following me, Rhajat. I can hear you giggling again.
Rhajat: Heh. Aww, it's no fun if I can't surprise you every so often. Lately you've been noticing me right away.
Corrin: Well, one should get to know her own stalker—that's what I always say. So, did you need something?
Corrin: Well? Is it bad? You look upset.
Rhajat: I...I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to stop following you around.
Corrin: Really? Why?
Rhajat: Because that's what you want, isn't it? I've been a nuisance this whole time. That's no way to treat your hero.
Corrin: Your...hero? Gods... Rhajat, I'm so sorry to have given you the wrong impression. To be honest...I've enjoyed having you around...pretty much all of the time.
Rhajat: Do you mean that?
Corrin: I do. I don't know what I'd do anymore if I looked up and you weren't there. I...I've even followed YOU around once or twice.
Rhajat: What?! And I didn't notice? Grr!
Corrin: Hah! Maybe I've learned a thing or two from you.
Rhajat: I assure you that you still have more to learn. But I'm glad to see that you're becoming as obsessed with me as I am with you.
Corrin: Perhaps we should stop sneaking around each other like this... I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you in plain sight.
Rhajat: Eh, that doesn't sound so great. I'd like to be stalking you at least 20 percent of the time.
Corrin: Fair enough. Will you marry me, Rhajat?
Rhajat: I will. I love you, Corrin!
Rhajat: I've got you right where I want you. And I'm never going to let go...
Rhajat (as parent and child)
Corrin: Rhajat, we need to talk.
Rhajat: Hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Corrin: I have to ask you something important. Please, be honest with me.
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Corrin: I heard that you cast a spell on a bunch of villagers the other day. Is that true?
Rhajat: They wanted me to perform a good-luck ritual for their upcoming harvest. I didn't really want to, but they were so insistent that I gave in eventually.
Corrin: Well those same people have been complaining about you.
Rhajat: Why would they complain about me? I just complied with their request...
Corrin: Apparently some strange illness has been sweeping through the village. They've never seen anything like it before.
Rhajat: I don't know why that would be. But sometimes even benign magic can have unintended side effects...
Corrin: These villagers are saying that your spell is responsible for their affliction. I don't believe for a moment that you'd ever want to hurt anybody. But you have to tell me more about this enchantment of yours. If it did actually cause their illness, we have to find a way to counter the effect. I don't want anyone to fear you because of some baseless rumor.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Corrin: What's that supposed to mean?
Rhajat: It's just complicated, Mother. You shouldn't involve yourself in this. No good will come of it.
Corrin: R-Rhajat! Hey, come back here!
Corrin: *sigh* This is exhausting. But I can't rest now. Time to head out!
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother...
Corrin: R-Rhajat! You scared me!
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Corrin: Oh, umm... I was just about to go shopping at the market. That's all.
Rhajat: I know things have been hectic lately, but you seem awfully tired. Why don't you rest? I can go to the market for you.
Corrin: Oh, you don't need to do that. I'm just fine, really.
Rhajat: Is this supposed shopping trip just a ruse? You're only now leaving the house, and yet that bag is filled to the brim. You were planning to assist those sick villagers, weren't you?
Corrin: Wh-what? How did you know?
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obliged to come to their aid because they blame me?
Corrin: No, of course not. That's not it at all!
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Corrin: I feel compelled to help those suffering around me. I'm your mother, Rhajat. I know in my heart that you'd never want to hurt anyone. My desire to aid the villagers has nothing to do with you. I promise.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back though...
Corrin: You're right. I'm sorry. Listen, I have to be going. The villagers are waiting on me to deliver these supplies.
Rhajat: Wait... I know that I'm not responsible for this illness. I'll be able to explain everything soon. But I need a little more time.
Corrin: Just let me know whenever you're ready to talk. I'll be waiting.
Rhajat: Thank you for understanding, Mother.
Rhajat: Here, Mother. I wanted to show you what I've been working on.
Corrin: Wait a second. What is that herb, Rhajat? I've never seen it before. Is it medicinal? I don't suppose we could use it to treat the villagers' illness.
Rhajat: We can. It took longer than I would have liked to mature. I even had to use a bit of light magic to encourage the herb's growth. If I could have brought it to you sooner, I would have. I just needed to make sure it worked first. I'm sorry...
Corrin: Wait a minute. How did you find this cure?
Rhajat: It took some time. When the villagers asked me to cast a spell for them, I noticed something strange... There were several people who were coughing profusely. A few of them also looked quite pale...
Corrin: So the villagers were already sick when you cast that spell!
Rhajat: Exactly. I had heard that there was a rare herb that naturally fights illness. I managed to track down some seeds and got to sprouting them right away.
Corrin: Why didn't you speak up earlier? No one would have been suspicious if you had just said something.
Rhajat: My sole concern wasn't their perception of me. It was their health. The most important thing was to find a cure before the sickness got out of control. All I really cared about was you trusting me.
Corrin: Well you should have cared! You can be so headstrong!
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers right away.
Corrin: Oh, be quiet! I'm so proud of you.
Rhajat: Ow, Mother! Let me go already. It hurts when you squeeze me so tightly. Listen, you should help me turn this herb into a tea. That way we can distribute it quickly.
Corrin: Of course, you're right. Let's hurry up and cure them, Rhajat!
Rhajat: All right, Mother...
Corrin: Siegbert, I see you reading that book all the time. What is it?
Siegbert: Hello, Corrin. It's a collection of paintings by one of my favorite artists.
Corrin: Oh really? May I take a look? A wheat field at harvest time... A calm ocean... You're a fan of scenery paintings, I take it?
Siegbert: I am, though I like most all paintings, really. I tend to take to looking at these paintings in particular after a long battle. They're...calming, somehow. They help me to relax.
Corrin: I think I can see why.
Siegbert: You're more than welcome to borrow the book, if you'd like.
Corrin: That'd be wonderful! Are you sure you won't miss it?
Siegbert: Not at all—I have a decent collection of others that I can look at in the meantime.
Corrin: Then I'll take you up on your kind offer. Thank you!
Siegbert: The pleasure is all mine.
Corrin: This does have me wondering, though... Do you ever paint your own paintings?
Siegbert: It's...just a hobby. Growing up, I received instruction in all of the various arts.
Corrin: Talented with a brush and a sword... You're definitely Xander's son.
Siegbert: My father did make sure that my tutors covered a wide range of subjects. I do my best to show him that I appreciate the balanced education.
Corrin: You have nothing to worry about there, Siegbert.
Siegbert: Thank you, Corrin.
Corrin: Ah, Siegbert! There you are. I wanted to return the book I borrowed the other day.
Siegbert: Oh! How did you like it?
Corrin: It was lovely! Each picture was prettier than the last.
Siegbert: If you liked that one, I'm sure you'll enjoy some of the others I have. I'll bring them by sometime.
Corrin: Thank you! I'd love to see them.
Corrin: Is something wrong, Siegbert? You seem to be a bit preoccupied.
Siegbert: Ah, I apologize. I've just found myself consumed by some things lately.
Corrin: You know that I'm always available to talk, if you need to.
Siegbert: That's very kind of you... Perhaps I could take you up on that offer? Right now?
Siegbert: Do you think I am of any use here?
Corrin: What do you mean?
Siegbert: I'm worried that I am not living up to my potential, as my father's son. On second thought, forget I said anything. I won't fix anything by whining. Any time I spend worrying would be much better used working toward a solution. I'm sure that's what my father does, so I should follow his example...
Corrin: Siegbert, sometimes it's good to stop and worry for a little bit.
Siegbert: But I'm sure my father never lets his issues slow him down...
Corrin: Knowing Xander, that could very well be true, but... You are not your father, Siegbert. You don't have to be exactly like him. Why not take time to worry over things?
Siegbert: Are you sure?
Corrin: I'm positive.
Siegbert: Thank you. It's...comforting to hear someone say that. This is the first time I've ever talked about my worries with anyone. There's something about you that makes it easier, Corrin. I'm glad we met.
Siegbert: Pardon me, Corrin. Could I have a moment of your time?
Corrin: Sure. What do you need?
Siegbert: Well... Hah, this is requiring a bit more courage than I thought...
Corrin: The way you say that makes me worry...
Siegbert: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! *whew* All right. You just...have to promise me you won't laugh.
Corrin: Now why would I ever laugh at you, Siegbert?
Siegbert: I don't know, Corrin! I'm not used to showing weakness in front of others... I wanted to...show you this...
Corrin: A...picture? It certainly has a lot of character. Is this something you drew yourself?
Siegbert: ...Yes. But I'm a little ashamed with how it turned out. I thought though, since you enjoyed the book I shared with you... You might like to see one of my drawings, sort of inspired by it.
Corrin: This is everyone sitting around a bonfire, right? I think it's pretty charming, really.
Siegbert: Do you really?! I feel like I can't draw the way I really want to yet...
Corrin: Just looking at this picture, I can feel warm feelings bubbling up inside me.
Siegbert: You're too kind, Corrin. Thank you. Talking to you really helps, you know? I already feel like it's not such a bad thing to show my weaknesses to other people. I've been very focused on living up to my father's greatness. Knowing that I'll be king someday, I want to do everything to make Father proud.
Siegbert: But I realize, just like you said, that I don't need to be like him. Your words have really lifted my spirits. So, even though it's a very early picture... I wanted you to see what I can do. I wanted you to see me as I am.
Corrin: Thank you.
Siegbert: Corrin, I hope that I can continue to be vulnerable with you. I would really appreciate it.
Corrin: Of course. I'm here for you, Siegbert, in any way you need me.
Corrin: Oh, hello there, Siegbert! Are you drawing?
Siegbert: What the—! Corrin?!
Corrin: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.
Siegbert: Oh, no! It's OK, you didn't scare me. At least, not too much! It's just...you either have the best or the worst possible timing. I'm not sure...
Corrin: What do you mean? Is everything all right?
Siegbert: Oh, everything's perfect! Don't mind me!
Corrin: Wait... Is that a picture of me you've got there?
Siegbert: Y-yeah, it is... I just finished it, actually.
Corrin: Awww, you drew us holding hands.
Siegbert: I was trying to decide when the best time to give it to you would be. It seems like Fate decided for me, though!
Corrin: Oh, you drew this for me?
Siegbert: Yes. Will you accept it?
Corrin: Of course!
Siegbert: I've named this drawing, too.
Corrin: You've already given it a title? What is it?
Siegbert: It's called..."Stronger Together." You know, Corrin, I actually drew this because of something I wanted to ask you. I see how much you've made me a better person, and...I want us to be together.
Siegbert: Corrin, I want to be by your side, holding your hand just like in this picture. That's what I kept in mind as I drew this.
Corrin: Oh, Siegbert...
Siegbert: I...I love you with all my heart!
Siegbert: Just like in this picture, I think we can make each other stronger in real life. What do you say?
Corrin: Hmm... This picture... There's one small thing missing. Can I borrow your pencil?
Siegbert: Of course.
Corrin: I'm just going to add a little bit to this picture. Here...and here...and this...
Siegbert: Now we're...surrounded by smiling stick figures?
Corrin: I'm not great at drawing people. But I want a relationship where everyone around us is happy, too. Not just us.
Siegbert: Oh, Corrin! If that's your only concern, then consider it done!
Corrin: That's a promise now, Siegbert. I'll hold you to it!
Siegbert: Of course. I'd never break my word.
Siegbert: I'm still full of shortcomings, but someday, I promise I'll be a man who deserves your company. I can do anything if it's for you, my love.
Siegbert (as parent and child)
Siegbert: Mother... So this is where you were.
Corrin: Ah, Siegbert. How are things...?
Siegbert: You seem tired. Is everything OK?
Corrin: Fine and dandy. I've been busy lately, it's true, and more than a little fatigued, but...
Siegbert: I see... Mother, I think I know the perfect way to help us both!
Corrin: Oh? Now I'm curious.
Siegbert: I'd like to give you a shoulder massage.
Corrin: Much as I'd appreciate that, I don't see how you stand to benefit.
Siegbert: Like you, I've been feeling some aches and pains. One of the healers here showed me some pressure points to relieve the pain, but I can't really find the spots when I try to massage myself. If I could practice on your shoulders, you could tell me when I find the spots.
Corrin: Haha! This plan sounds...convoluted, but now I have to know if it will work.
Siegbert: Excellent! Thank you, Mother. Here, try and relax...
Corrin: Aahhh... You're very skilled, Siegbert. I don't feel nearly as sore as I did. Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you in return?
Siegbert: No need for concern, Mother. I'm the one who should be thanking you. Now that I know where to apply pressure, my pain will be a thing of the past.
Corrin: Tee hee hee. Yes, that's right. But thank you anyway, Siegbert.
Corrin: Is something wrong with your neck, Siegbert? You keep touching it.
Siegbert: It's nothing, Mother. Don't worry about it.
Corrin: Here, let me give you a massage. It's the least I can do to repay you.
Siegbert: I'm fine, really! I don't want to be seen like this.
Corrin: Haha, who's here to see? Let your mother take care of you, Siegbert.
Siegbert: *sigh* Fine...
Corrin: My goodness, dear, these are some serious knots. Is there anything you want to talk about?
Siegbert: Nothing you need to worry about— I'm sure I can handle things on my own.
Corrin: How sure are you?
Siegbert: Well... Lately I find myself lost in thought a lot. I can't help thinking that I'm not strong enough yet. Or wondering if I have what it takes to protect the people.
Corrin: I might worry too, if I was as inexperienced as you. It can be daunting to see those stronger than you and know you don't measure up.
Siegbert: Mother, you aren't really helping...
Corrin: But instead of being intimidated, you should welcome it as a chance to learn. There's so much to see in the world... You've encountered only a fraction of it. Diligent work and a steady struggle will surely make you a man.
Siegbert: Diligence and struggle...these things will make me stronger? Thank you, Mother. I feel a bit better already.
Corrin: I'm glad I could help. Both with your neck and with your worries...
Siegbert: Mother, have you got some free time?
Corrin: Absolutely, Siegbert. What do you need?
Siegbert: Well, I'd like to give you another shoulder massage.
Corrin: So soon? Feeling a bit rusty, are we?
Siegbert: N-no, of course not! I just wanted to repay you for the advice you offered me the other day.
Corrin: So it did help?
Siegbert: Very much so. I've been able to apply that open-mindedness to several situations. I've learned from villagers what it is to live diligently. And from my comrades, I've learned what it's like to face strong enemies... I've witnessed all different kinds of strength from the people I've encountered. And I've become acutely aware of my own shortcomings. But now, instead of grinding to a stop when I find a fault in myself... I want to push forward and overcome the obstacle.
Corrin: That's very mature of you, Siegbert. I'm impressed.
Siegbert: I'm sure I'll still find things to be worried about... But that's also a necessary waypoint on the path to growing stronger... For now, I think I'll puff out my chest and brood a little, like Father.
Corrin: Whatever suits you best!
Corrin: Working on something, Forrest?
Forrest: Good day, Corrin. I'm putting the final touches on embroidering this dress. Here...the last rose is complete. Go on— see for yourself. It's a little more effort, but these fine details can absolutely transform a work.
Corrin: You're right—it's exquisite. I'd rank it with the finest needlework I've seen.
Forrest: Oh, you flatter me. Anybody with a spool of thread and some time could do this much. Though if you like it, I could embroider a few cute embellishments on your outfits.
Corrin: Hmmm...that's a very tempting offer. Forgive me for saying so, but it's hard to see you as anything but a young lady.
Forrest: Is that strange to you? I can't imagine myself any other way. Ever since I was small, I've worn the clothes that enchanted me most.
Corrin: It's not strange at all. I admire your boldness in expressing yourself.
Forrest: Is that really and truly how you feel?
Corrin: I promise. Objectively speaking, you look amazing in that outfit.
Forrest: You're very kind, Corrin. Hmm, come to think of it... Would you object if I sewed you a new dress? Not that there's anything wrong with what you're wearing now, but... I think you would look very chic in a frilled skirt!
Corrin: I'd love that! I'm not as sure as you that I'd wear it well, but... if you have the time, I'd be honored to own one of your creations.
Corrin: Headed out, Forrest?
Forrest: Yes, I was making a trip into town to stock up on fabrics.
Corrin: Glad I caught you, because I need to do some shopping, too. Want to go together?
Forrest: Together? As in...both of us? You and me?
Corrin: Is there another meaning I'm unfamiliar with...?
Forrest: N-no, it's just...well, I'd be delighted to have your company, but... I don't want to stir up any commotion.
Corrin: What do you mean?
Forrest: Well, it shouldn't be a problem, I suppose. As long as I don't open my mouth, people will just assume I'm a girl. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed when folks discover I'm a boy.
Corrin: I'm not worried about what anyone thinks.
Forrest: ...Well, I appreciate that. But might I get your honest opinion?
Forrest: I've always dressed however I feel, and back home people respected that. Here I find that's not always the case, and my clothing makes it harder to fit in.
Corrin: Hmm. You do dress ostentatiously, for a man or a woman, but... some people simply grew up sheltered and have trouble with the unfamiliar.
Forrest: Yes. It doesn't happen everywhere, but I catch people staring sometimes. And once I've noticed, I wonder what other judgments they make. Who else they hurt.
Corrin: I wish I could say you're just overthinking things, but...I know it's not that simple. Even if you're comfortable with yourself, the world around you may need to grow.
Corrin: However anyone else reacts, I want you to know that we will accept you as you are. Hold to that, when things seem uncertain.
Forrest: Thank you, Corrin.
Corrin: Now, are you ready to shop?
Forrest: Lead the way!
Corrin: Hello, Forrest. What's on your mind?
Forrest: I have a gift for you, if it's something you would want. Here...
Corrin: Huh...an angel patch?
Forrest: Yes! I sewed it myself. It's a little touch of Forrest you can add to whatever you like. You've been kind enough to go on outings with me, regardless of what people think... I wanted to show you how much I appreciated that.
Corrin: Thank you, Forrest. I'll take good care of it. The threadwork is so detailed. Not that I'd expect any less from our master tailor.
Forrest: Heehee...you're too kind. I could do more in this vein for you, if you'd like.
Forrest: Yes. A sleek fox or a fluffy rabbit... Maybe a moon encircled by stars. Oh, or! Remember how I offered to make you a frilly dress? What might be even better is if I made one covered in darling patches. Not too cloying, though... Maybe a six-gore skirt without the ruffles would do well. Ahh, I can picture it now! And I'm picturing it looking adorable on you, Corrin. What do you say?
Corrin: Y-you're sure about this?
Forrest: Yes! I guarantee it!
Corrin: If you're sure, then...why not? I'm game.
Forrest: You won't regret this!
Corrin: Haha...you get this sparkle in your eyes whenever the subject of clothing comes up.
Forrest: I simply can't help myself! You know I'm not ashamed of the way I dress, Corrin. And I feel I should show that confidence and pride in public. The only way the world will grow more tolerant is to see people like me. ...See us living, loving, and being both our unique selves and quite ordinary. When we're not invisible, we can become part of the pattern—woven into the fabric.
Corrin: Well said, Forrest. Your passion makes you so vibrant and full of life. I think you're at least as splendid as any of your creations.
Forrest: Why, thank you, Corrin!
Forrest: Corrin! Be a dear and try this on, when you have a spare moment.
Corrin: A hairpin? Did you make this too?
Forrest: I have talents in more than needlework, you see. It was made just for you. Ah...just as I'd hoped, it brings out your eyes magnificently. I made a matching necklace, if you wouldn't mind trying this on as well.
Corrin: Go right ahead.
Forrest: Why, it looks perfect on you!
Corrin: Haha, thank you. But you didn't have to do all this for me... That lovely dress with all the patches was enough for me.
Forrest: That was something of a test run for what I really wanted to put together. There's another dress for you in this bag. I...I put everything I had into this one.
Corrin: Hmm? O-OK... Good heavens! Is...is this...a wedding dress?!
Forrest: I think you'd look wonderful walking down the aisle in it. Will you marry me, Corrin?
Corrin: Come again?!
Forrest: The hairpin, necklace, and dress are all part of a wedding ensemble. I love you more than anyone else in the entire world. I can't imagine anyone else loving you as much as I do. Won't you please be my very own princess?
Forrest: I crafted a ring for you as well. Will you accept it...?
Forrest: Your silence says everything. I suppose you can't see yourself with a man like me...
Corrin: Don't be so sure. Granted, you look to me like a young lady on the outside, which isn't usually my type.
Corrin: But you have a noble heart. Your passion, drive, and consideration for others... I couldn't ask for anything more in a man.
Forrest: Then...that means...
Corrin: I accept your dress, your ring, your necklace. I accept your proposal. I accept you, Forrest, in every way.
Forrest: Corrin! Thank you, thank you... I swear I'll make you happy!
Corrin: I hope I can do the same for you.
Forrest: Gracious me, I haven't a moment to lose. I must set to work on another dress!
Corrin: What's wrong with this one? Didn't we just establish it looks fine on me?
Forrest: Yours is taken care of, yes. But I still need to make one for myself!
Corrin: Hmph. You're going to look better than me at my own wedding, aren't you.
Forrest: Wouldn't it be stranger if I didn't?
Corrin: ...Good point. It's part of what I find so charming about you. Then shall we both wear your fashions as we swear our love to each other?
Forrest: I love you for you who are. As I know you love me. What a lovely pair we make. May love always triumph over ignorance.
Forrest (as parent and child)
Forrest: Mother! You have wonderful timing!
Corrin: Why hello, Forrest. What's up?
Forrest: I wanted to give you something.
Corrin: Oh? You got me a present?
Forrest: I did. It's a very special dress!
Corrin: Wow! How lovely. The fabric is so smooth and comfortable.
Forrest: I'm glad you like it. And a little relieved. I was worried it wouldn't appeal to you.
Corrin: Thank you so much, Forrest. Tell me, why did you decide to make me this dress?
Forrest: H-how could you tell that I made it?
Corrin: This is clearly your handiwork. You're the only one around who can do these tiny, detailed stitches.
Forrest: Well, thank you very much!
Corrin: I noticed that you used all my favorite colors too. I would wear this every day if I could.
Forrest: Don't do that! Besides, where's the fun in wearing the same thing all the time? How about I make you a bunch of new outfits instead?
Corrin: That would be great! Thanks, Forrest.
Corrin: Did something happen, Forrest? You look upset.
Forrest: How could you tell?
Corrin: A mother can always tell. And besides, it's written all over your face.
Forrest: I see... Well, I went into town to pick up supplies today and ran into the worst people. There was an elderly man who had gotten lost, and no one would help him. A few townsfolk were mocking him! I was disheartened to see people be so cruel.
Corrin: That's awful. I'm so sorry. What did you do?
Forrest: I helped him get home, of course! The poor dear was so confused. I don't understand. It's one thing to stand by idly, but they were laughing at him!
Corrin: Ah, Forrest...
Forrest: I know I shouldn't be surprised. People can be incredibly unkind. Sometimes I wish I could shut myself up in my room...forever!
Corrin: But, Forrest, if you lock yourself away, then you will miss opportunities to do good. I'm proud of you. Just think—if you'd stayed home, no one would have rescued that old man!
Forrest: *gasp* You're right! I must find my courage again.
Corrin: Callous people will always find a reason to be mean. But that's not a good reason to stop being true to yourself.
Forrest: Thanks, Mother. I won't change myself just to avoid their cruelty.
Corrin: Good. You shouldn't give in to them. If you're feeling sad, come find me. I might not be able to do anything, but I'm always happy to listen.
Forrest: I couldn't ask for anything more. Thank you, Mother.
Forrest: Hello, Mother! You look happy today. Did something good happen?
Corrin: Something quite wonderful. I wore that dress you made me into town this morning. Nearly every person I passed complimented the design!
Forrest: Wow, really? That's amazing.
Corrin: Heehee. I must admit, it felt good to hear your work getting praised. I know they just loved the dress... But after so many comments, it kind of felt like they were calling me beautiful too. Heehee. I feel like I'm walking on clouds.
Forrest: What do you mean? Mother, you are beautiful! The dress simply drew attention to your lovely face.
Corrin: You're almost as good with flattery as you are with a needle and thread. However, it wasn't the dress that had me feeling so proud.
Forrest: It wasn't?
Corrin: A stranger asked me a question that would delight any other mother. She wanted to know if I had raised the charming girl she'd seen the other day. She saw you help that old man, and she was impressed by your kindness.
Forrest: Really?! ...I just realized something. I can't let the laughter of cruel people stop me from being who I am. Long ago, I decided I wouldn't let them change the way I dress... and I certainly won't let them stop me from being compassionate toward others.
Corrin: That's good to hear!
Forrest: Thank you, Mother. I'll follow your advice from earlier and keep being myself. I think I'll start by making you another dress to wear around town. I'm sure you'll love it!
Corrin: How exciting. Thank you, Forrest!
Corrin: Hello, Ignatius. What are you looking at?
Ignatius: Hmm? Corrin? Sorry. I was just lost in thought.
Corrin: Oh. Well, sorry for interrupting you. Have a good day!
Corrin: Hmm? What's wrong?
Ignatius: Look at that wall.
Corrin: What about it?
Ignatius: Don't you think that stain looks a bit like a creepy face?
Corrin: I suppose so, now that you mention it. It's just a water stain, though.
Ignatius: I'm sure you're right. A water stain. Of course. Pardon me.
Corrin: Pardon you for what?
Ignatius: I'm sure it's nothing...but would you mind terribly taking a closer look?
Corrin: At the wall? Why me? Can't you do it yourself?
Ignatius: I have, uh, some other things to attend to.
Corrin: Ignatius. Are you scared of that stain?
Ignatius: Don't be foolish! I'd never be scared of a mere stain. THAT, on the other hand, might be a demon trapped in the physical world. So, yeah, I'm a little bit scared of it.
Corrin: Riiiight. Well, I have some things to do, so I'll see you later, Ignatius.
Ignatius: Hey, Corrin. Can I ask you a question? Is there anything that frightens you?
Corrin: Yes, of course. I'm frightened every time I go into battle. What about you, Ignatius? Please tell me you weren't REALLY scared of that wall.
Ignatius: Well... There are a few things that make me pretty uncomfortable.
Corrin: Supernatural things?
Ignatius: I don't believe in supernatural things. But, unfortunately, that hasn't stopped me from fearing them.
Corrin: I see. It's a bit unexpected coming from you.
Ignatius: Are you laughing at me?
Corrin: No, of course not. Fear is normal. Healthy, even. Fear can keep you alive in battle.
Ignatius: Well, I wish my fears were more rational. How do you face your fears, Corrin?
Corrin: Anytime I have to do something that frightens me... I think about the people who matter most in this world. When I remember what I'm fighting for, I feel a little braver.
Ignatius: Yes, that sounds great for real, rational fears. I'm not sure whether it'll work on ghosts and wiggly bugs, though.
Corrin: We'll never know unless we try it out. C'mon!
Ignatius: I don't like the sound of this. What do you have in mind?
Corrin: There are some ruins not far from here that are supposed to be haunted. Every night, the local villagers claim they can hear a voice—a woman sobbing. I'm sure it's just the wind, but why don't we go investigate?
Ignatius: Why don't we leave well enough alone? That sounds terrifying!
Corrin: But aren't you curious? Whoooo... WHOOOO! That's what it probably sounds like!
Ignatius: Please, Corrin, I can't take it!
Corrin: Hello, Ignatius. Spending a little time staring down that demonic wall stain?
Corrin: Does that mean you've conquered your fear of the supernatural?
Ignatius: I wouldn't say conquered, no. But I am working on it. I do know that this is just a stain. I've watched it long enough to be certain.
Corrin: That's great! Facing your fears isn't easy. How are you doing with ghosts and bugs?
Ignatius: I still don't like them very much. But, like I said, I'm working on it. There is something else that's been bothering me.
Ignatius: I think I can deal with my irrational fears. But you made me realize something. You spoke about how you think of your friends and family before battles... You said this gives you strength. I've found it terrifies me more than anything else!
Corrin: Oh, Ignatius...I didn't mean for my speech to have that effect.
Ignatius: It's not your fault. But I'm more scared than ever of losing a friend. Just think about it!
Corrin: I feel the same way, Ignatius. But this war isn't over. We don't know what will happen to any of us.
Ignatius: I know. And in a strange way, I feel stronger than I did before. I feel like I have the courage to protect the people who are important to me. Even if I have to sacrifice myself.
Corrin: Let's hope it never comes to that. But I'm glad to hear about your resolve. I think you're plenty brave, Ignatius.
Ignatius: Well, thank you, Corrin. Your friendship is what has made me stronger.
Ignatius: Corrin...I need to speak with you.
Corrin: Ignatius? What is it?
Corrin: What's wrong? You've gone as white as a ghost. Er, perhaps I could have phrased that better.
Ignatius: Don't worry. This has nothing to do with ghosts.
Corrin: What, then?
Ignatius: I'm just...nervous.
Corrin: Ignatius, you have nothing to be nervous about. It's just me! Go on. What's on your mind?
Ignatius: Very well. Look at this.
Corrin: Um...your fist is completely clenched. I can't see what you're holding.
Ignatius: I see. Well, let me just open my fingers... HRRRRGH!
Corrin: Ignatius! Your hand is shaking! What are you holding? It's not...some strange bug, is it?
Ignatius: A bug? Where? Get it off! Get it off!
Corrin: Argh! Just open your hand already!
Ignatius: OK, here goes nothing...
Corrin: Oh! It's a ring. It's beautiful.
Ignatius: Corrin...will you marry me?
Ignatius: I promise to protect you until the end of my days. So, um, what do you say?
Ignatius: Um, could I get an answer at some point here? I think I'm close to passing out...
Corrin: You promise to protect me?
Ignatius: Yes, I promise.
Corrin: What if a ghost attacks me? Will you protect me then?
Ignatius: You're...you're joking, right? Because ghosts don't exist. But if they did, and one was attacking you... that ghost would not be long for this world. Er, I mean... You know what I mean.
Corrin: I do, Ignatius. I do.
Ignatius: Wait, you mean you know what I mean? Or you'll marry me?
Corrin: Both, of course!
Ignatius: I used to be afraid of commitment. And then I met you.
Ignatius (as parent and child)
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Corrin: Of course, Ignatius. Simply name it.
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Corrin: Hee hee...are the worms after the rain still troubling you? Or worse, a spider?
Ignatius: It was a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
Corrin: It takes bravery to ask for help, you know. I'm happy to handle it for you.
Ignatius: Yes, but...please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Corrin: Keep trying, and someday it really will be the last time. But until then, you can always bring your troubles to me. I'm your mother.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Corrin: It's the working that counts, I think. I'll go squash that bug and be right back.
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Corrin: Yes, there's nothing pressing going on right now. Why, is there a bee in your bonnet? A fly in your ointment?
Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.
Corrin: Oh. Then what's your trouble?
Ignatius: Well, it's about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Corrin: The moths haven't gotten at it, have they? I'd hate for you to catch a chill.
Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!
Corrin: Heehee...I hope it's not haunted by all those bugs I've squished.
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Corrin: You're right—that was a cheap shot. Think it's a malevolent specter? Do you want help driving it out?
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Corrin: If they do, then you'll beat them back like you do any other adversary. I've never known you to shy away from a fight. Only from a mite.
Ignatius: I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't be afraid. I wish I wasn't so cowardly about these things.
Corrin: It's not cowardly at all. Everyone's afraid of something. What's important is not letting it rule you.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Corrin: Of course. It's all right to be afraid as long as you face those fears head on. Which, from all that I've seen, you do.
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Corrin: I haven't seen your tent in some time, now that I think about it. Do you still sleep with the stuffed animals that I remember from your youth?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Corrin: *shudder* I never understood why you were so fond of those. Some of them had the most hideous faces.
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Corrin: I recognize this. It's one of those charms you make for people, right?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Corrin: It's a very thoughtful gift. But is there something you're trying to say with this?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Corrin: Oh, Ignatius. There are so many good people working to protect me.
Ignatius: Yes, and I know they'd never let anything happen to you. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.
Corrin: Is that what's worrying you? Because all those people working to protect me... They'd fight just as fiercely for you. Haven't you ever noticed how everyone in this army comes to one another's aid? Whether it's in or out of battle, we're here for each other. We're here for you.
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Corrin: So don't be frightened. Though you and I must part someday, someone else will be there to carry you.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Corrin: Don't be. Worrying about you is one of my highest priorities.
Ignatius: All right, all right. Just...promise me you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Corrin: I'll be with you for a long time still to come, my darling son.
Corrin: *sigh* That's the last of my junk. I had so much. Old clothes, busted swords, my childhood stuffed bear... Fly thee now to thy eternal rest, Mr. Pookie. You were too good for this world. So many fond memories...but it's time I moved on. Thank you for your service, my friends.
Velouria: Don't worry, dears. I'll give you a good home.
Corrin: Velouria?! What are you doing with my things?
Velouria: As I said, I'm giving them a new home. One lady's trash is another's treasure.
Corrin: But...what do you plan on doing with it all?
Velouria: What else? Admire them, touch them, sniff them. I shall treasure them dearly. *sniff sniff* Ooh. This bear has a rather unique scent.
Corrin: C-cut it out. Quit sniffing my stuff.
Velouria: But it's not yours anymore, is it? *sniff sniff*
Corrin: G-gross! Velouria! Cut it out!
Velouria: This old blade is interesting. I can only imagine the adventures it's seen. Oh, what lovely treasures I've found today! Heehee.
Corrin: She...she took Mr. Pookie...
Corrin: Velouria? What are you doing under the table?
Velouria: *sniff sniff sniff*
Corrin: Sniffing out treasure?
Velouria: Hardly. *sniff sniff* Ah! Here it is. Someone dropped a half-eaten muffin. *chomp* *munch munch*
Corrin: Wait! Stop that!
Velouria: Oh. I apologize. I suppose it was rude of me not to offer you a bite.
Corrin: I don't want a bite! You're just not supposed to eat things off the floor!
Velouria: Why not? It's still fresh. *munch*
Corrin: Do you WANT to get sick?! Spit it out, right this second!
Corrin: And of course, you swallow it.
Velouria: A lady never spits out food. Did you learn nothing as a child?
Corrin: I learned that a lady doesn't eat food that fell to the floor.
Velouria: *sniff* *sniff sniff*
Corrin: What now?
Velouria: You'll have to pardon me if I don't feel inclined to share. *sniff sniff* Now, if you'll excuse me.
Corrin: Hang on. I'm coming with you.
Corrin: I'm worried you'll eat something that will make you sick.
Velouria: So you wish to monitor my actions like I'm some kind of prisoner?
Corrin: Well, when you put it like that...
Velouria: I do appreciate your concern, however. Thank you for your misguided compassion.
Corrin: Wellll, if you really want to thank me, will you stop eating things off the floor?
Velouria: No. Good day.
Corrin: That could have gone better...
Velouria: *sniff sniff*
Corrin: Hello, Velouria. On the hunt again?
Velouria: Hello, Corrin. I smell treasure nearby.
Corrin: More treasure? Oh boy.
Velouria: A-ha! There you are, my precious! Here, Corrin! Look, look!
Corrin: Oh, delightful. It's a hair ball.
Velouria: Not just any hair ball! It's made of the hairs of all kinds of beasts. Such a thing is rare beyond measure. You would know this, had you any taste.
Corrin: I guess it IS sorta cute, if you squint enough.
Velouria: This is a good omen. Today will be a wonderful day. I'm sure of it. In fact, I feel so good about today, I think I should give you a present!
Velouria: Please accept this as a token of our friendship.
Corrin: But...it's your hair ball. I thought you wanted it for your own collection.
Velouria: It is truly a wonderful treasure. Perhaps the best I've found in weeks. All the more reason I believe it will make for a suitable present. Few people seem to care about me the way you do. I wish to show my appreciation.
Corrin: Oh, Velouria. Thank you.
Velouria: I hope you'll treat it with the love and care such a treasure deserves. Admire it, sniff it, touch it. You might even cuddle up with it at night. Just thinking about how much joy it will bring you is making me a bit jealous.
Corrin: I suppose it WOULD feel nice and soft next to my cheek at night. But I think you should keep it.
Velouria: I...see. Then you reject our friendship?
Corrin: No, no. It's not like that. It's just...I know how much this means to you. You understand its true worth, and so you should be the one who keeps it. As for our friendship, your feelings are more than enough for me.
Velouria: ...Very well. I shall keep it and tend to it as lovingly as I will our friendship. And maybe, given time, our friendship will become as hairy and soft as this ball.
Corrin: Er, yes. We can only hope. But I'm glad you feel that way, Velouria. I am so happy I met you.
Velouria (as parent and child)
Velouria: Mom? Where are you, Mom?! *sniff* *sniff* *SNIFF* Ooh, I think she's this way…
Corrin: Looking for me, Velouria?
Velouria: Mom! There you are! I knew my nose wouldn't fail me in my time of need.
Corrin: Your time of need? What's going on?
Velouria: Mom... May I have a hug? A big one? Right now?
Corrin: Haha, this was the big emergency? Oh, Velouria...what a spoiled girl you are.
Velouria: *sniff* *sniff* Mom, you smell so sweet. Just like a flower!
Corrin: A flower, hmm? I like that.
Velouria: *SNIFF* *SNIFF* I'm getting sleepy just being in your arms, Mom... *sniff* *sniff*
Corrin: Poor Velouria... Nighty night, dear.
Velouria: Mom... Don't ever go anywhere... I want to stay with you...forever... *sniff* *sniff* Zzz...
Corrin: I'll stay right here, just for you.
Velouria: Mom... I love you...
Corrin: Dinner's served, Velouria!
Corrin: What's wrong? You're usually much more excited for dinnertime...
Velouria: Mom, I've been thinking... You shouldn't be here.
Corrin: What? Where should I be?
Velouria: I want you to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere safe. If you stay here, something bad might happen!
Corrin: I...can't deny that. War is dangerous business.
Velouria: I know! That's why you have to go far away from this place!
Corrin: And leave everything behind? My family, my cause...all of it?
Velouria: I don't like the sound of it either, but it's the only way to keep you safe. Missing you is a lot better than losing you forever.
Corrin: I can't, Velouria. I'm sorry, but I'm needed here. People are depending on me and my power to win this war.
Velouria: I don't care about the others—only you! You're my mom... I need you to be safe.
Corrin: I know you love me, Velouria, and I love you too. In fact, it's because I love you that I can't run and hide.
Velouria: I don't understand...
Corrin: I want to make this world safe. For you, and for all our children.
Corrin: If I could do this without putting myself at risk, I would. But there's no other way.
Velouria: Mom... May I hug you for a while?
Corrin: Of course, Velouria. Come here.
Velouria: You smell so nice, Mom... Don't...don't ever leave me... *sniff*
Corrin: I'll do my best, dear...
Velouria: Mom... MOM?!
Corrin: What is it, Velouria?!
Velouria: I need to hug you some more.
Corrin: Oh! That's fine. Come give me a hug.
Velouria: You smell more like a flower every day, Mom.
Corrin: Thank you. You smell nice today, too.
Velouria: Mom...I'm sorry for saying such funny things the other day. I won't ever tell you to go away again. I think I understand why you refused.
Corrin: You don't need to apologize. I understand why you were upset. You had my best interests at heart...
Velouria: I decided I'm going to get stronger. Strong enough to protect you! You're the most important mommy in the whole world, so I have to watch over you.
Corrin: That's just how I feel about you, Velouria. The reason I fight, why I push on day after day, is to keep you safe. That's how important you are to me.
Velouria: Is it OK if I hug you a little longer?
Corrin: Of course you can, Velouria.
Velouria: Can I hug you tighter and tighter until we both explode from love?
Corrin: Haha...not so tight, please...
Velouria: My mom, the rose... I love you so much... I'll love you forever and ever, Mom...
Corrin: And I you, Velouria...
Percy: Hyah! Wha-bammy! Take that!
Corrin: Hello, Percy. Boning up on your axe skills?
Corrin: Your devotion to your training is very admirable. Do you ever take a day off?
Percy: Nope! I want to be a great knight like my dad as soon as possible. If I'm gonna do that, I hafta practice every day, right? Oh! I just had an idea. Maybe you could help me train! Whaddaya say?
Corrin: Of course! I'd be delighted to help you.
Percy: Woohoo! OK, then grab a sword and let's duke it out! The first to score four points wins!
Corrin: All right. I won't go easy on you though.
Percy: I wouldn't ask for anything less!
Corrin: En garde! Hey...wait a minute. Those clouds sure are coming in quick. Why is the sky green...? Oh no. Percy! Quick! We have to take cover!
Percy: *plonk* Take that!
Percy: *kabonk* Aaaand that! And this! *plink-plonk* Wow. I won...against Corrin... I'M A CHAMPIONNNNNNN!
Corrin: OK, yeah, sure, but forget about that! We need to seek shelter before— Before... Huh. The tornado disappeared. What just happened?
Percy: OK, round two! ReadysetGO! *kabonk*
Corrin: Percy! Cut it out!
Percy: Hi, Corrin.
Corrin: Percy? What's wrong? You're looking a bit glum. Don't you normally practice your blade work this time of day?
Percy: Yeah. But I'm not even gonna bother practicing anymore. Even if I don't practice, I always win anyways.
Corrin: What do you mean?
Percy: I mean I always win because I'm just really, really lucky. You saw it yourself, remember? Like when we fought the other day.
Corrin: Wait, you mean the tornado that distracted me and went away?
Percy: Yeah! And it gave me the perfect chance I needed to win. That's exactly the sort of thing I mean. Stuff like that always happens when I spar. The second I'm about to lose, the blade of their sword snaps. Or a mole pops out of the ground and they trip! Or a sinkhole swallows them up. That's how I always win. By luck. Not skill.
Corrin: So that's it? You're just gonna stop practicing?
Percy: Can you blame me?! No matter how much I try, it's pointless. No one will ever acknowledge my skills. They'll just blame it all on luck. And the worst part is that they'll be right.
Corrin: Tell me again what you want to be someday.
Percy: Huh? I want to be a great knight like my dad.
Corrin: What is it about your dad that makes you think he's a great knight?
Percy: He's super determined, and he'll fight with all he's got to overcome any obstacle!
Corrin: And do you think you could be like that if you didn't train and work hard?
Percy: ...No, I guess not. That stuff comes from the inside.
Percy: Thanks, Corrin. I guess I'll keep training after all. I'll practice lots and lots and work hard each day. And someday, I'll show everyone that I can be a great knight too! I promise!
Corrin: I believe in you, Percy. I think you'll be a legend someday.
Percy: Hah! Ahhhh! GAAAAAAH!
Corrin: Percy! I see you're back to practicing again.
Percy: Mhm! Can't become a gallant knight relying on luck alone!
Corrin: Got that right! Would you like to train with me again today?
Percy: Sure! That'd be great!
Corrin: All right! I won't lose this time!
Percy: Time to show off the results of my training! HYAH! Take that!
Corrin: Ack! You're stronger than I'd thought! But I'm just getting started! Take this! Hm? What's...that? BIRDS! Biiiirds! They're coming right at us! There must be hundreds of them!
Percy: Hey! Eyes on me!
Corrin: I-I know, but— GAH! And now cats?! Where did they even come from?! They're...they're tickling my feet. I can't move!
Percy: Take that! *kabonk*
Corrin: Towels! I'm drowning in towels! NO! Not locusts! AGGHH! Why beeeeeees! Wha—my cape! It's wrapped around me! I'm gonna trip— GAHHHHH!
Percy: You're wide open! *thwack*
Corrin: Aww. I lost again...
Percy: I won! I won! Woohoo! Though...I probably had some help from my good luck again.
Corrin: W-well, they DO say luck is just another skill, right? But I have to say, that first blow you landed was masterful. I believe you've improved.
Percy: You mean it?! For real?
Corrin: I mean it. You've definitely improved.
Percy: Wow! Thanks, Corrin! I hope you'll keep training with me!
Corrin: Of course. I'd be delighted!
Corrin: Hello, Percy. What's wrong? You look out of breath.
Percy: Um...well... I was hoping you'd take this!
Corrin: Is that a toy ring?
Percy: Yep, it's the best I can do right now, but maybe someday I can get you a better one. I just really wanted to get something for you. W-WAH!
Corrin: Percy! Are you OK?!
Percy: Whoops! I fell! Sorry! Hey, wait. Where's my ring?
Corrin: I think that bird just grabbed it and flew over there.
Percy: What?! No! Give it back! Give it back! Oh! Hooray! It dropped it! Er. Wait. This isn't the ring I had. Oh wow! It's a real ring! Score!
Corrin: You really are the luckiest guy in the world.
Percy: OK, now hold out your hand! Ta-da! It's yours now!
Corrin: Thank you very much for the gift, but what's the occasion?
Percy: Oh! Right! Um, I just wanted to tell you I like you a lot, Corrin!
Percy: I always suspected I was the luckiest person in the world, but now I know it! After all, I got to meet you! So, how do you feel about me? Will you go out with me?
Corrin: I don't think you're the luckiest person in the world.
Corrin: That honor is mine. I'm certain. To have someone like you care so deeply for me...
Percy: You mean—
Corrin: Of course. I'll be yours if you'll have me, Percy.
Percy: WOOHOO! Yay! Yeah-hah!
Corrin: Teehee. How about we go on our first date right now?
Percy: Sounds good to me!
Percy: Oh, gosh, I really am lucky! I get to marry you AND ride a dragon every day! Can Ace sleep in our room?
Percy (as parent and child)
Percy: Mommmm! Is dinner ready yet?
Corrin: Welcome back, Percy. Yes, it's on the table.
Percy: Yay! All right, time to dig in!
Corrin: Hold it right there! Did you wash your hands?
Percy: Er, whoops! I guess not. I'll go do that real quick.
Corrin: Heehee. You don't have to rush. There's plenty of food.
Percy: But I gotta eat fast!
Corrin: Oh? Do you have somewhere to be?
Percy: No, I just gotta get back to training. "Eat fast, train fast"—that's MY motto!
Corrin: That's funny, because I've never heard it before...
Percy: Er, I mean, it's a new motto, OK?
Corrin: Heehee. OK, OK, whatever you say, dear.
Percy: Anyway, I gotta train fast so I can get strong enough to protect you!
Corrin: Oh? That's very sweet of you, dear. But, either way, you need to take your time when you eat, OK? Otherwise you'll get a tummyache. And if that happens, you can't train, right?
Percy: Oh! Yeah, I guess you're right! OK, then I'll eat it all real slow and careful like!
Corrin: Perfect. Now, bon appétit!
Percy: Hey, Mom! I'm back!
Corrin: Percy! Are you OK?! Your knee is bleeding!
Percy: Aw, no need to get all upset about it. I just scraped it a bit.
Corrin: That's terrible! We've got to clean this right away!
Percy: Aw, come on! I'm fine, really.
Corrin: You are NOT fine! What if it festers and we have to cut the whole leg off? Now come here, and I'll wash and put some medicine on it.
Percy: Mom, I TOLD you, I'm OK! You're such a worrywart...
Corrin: Of course I am! I'm your mother after all. Hold still.
Percy: Ouch! Couldn't you be a little more gentle?
Corrin: Oh my. Is this little boo-boo bothering you so much? How are you going to protect me one day if you can't handle this little ouchie?
Percy: Pffft! Whatever! I can handle it! It doesn't hurt at all! Put some more on it!
Corrin: There we go. All better. Now how did this happen anyway?
Percy: I was running down that steep trail on the mountain, and I tripped.
Corrin: Isn't that next to a cliff?! And you got away with just this little scratch? You could have died! I forbid you from ever doing something like that again! Thank the gods you were born so lucky...
Percy: But...but...I have to train, Mom!
Corrin: I know you do, but you don't have to be foolish about it. You can train hard and stay safe at the same time. Trust me. Now, promise me you'll never do something like this again. Promise!
Percy: OK... I'm sorry, Mom. I promise.
Corrin: It's fine. So long as you understand. Now, let's dig in!
Percy: Woohoo! I'm starving!
Percy: Hey, Mom...
Corrin: Percy? What's the matter?
Percy: I guess it's just...I wonder if I'll ever be strong enough to protect you.
Corrin: Why do you think that?
Percy: Because there are just so many people we've met who are stronger than me. And there are probably people who are even stronger than them out there! People and monsters and stuff on a level I can't even imagine... And when I think about that, I...I don't know what to do.
Corrin: I see. Well, I don't think you have to worry about that. I think, if you try hard enough, you can become stronger than anyone.
Percy: Really? You mean it?
Corrin: Yes, I do. One day, you'll become the strongest person in the whole world. I can just tell. Call it mother's intuition.
Percy: But "one day" isn't good enough! What if a big evil enemy shows up before then?
Corrin: Now that's something you really don't have to worry about. Until you become strong enough, I'll be the one who protects YOU.
Corrin: And then, when you're stronger than everyone else—then you can protect me.
Percy: OK! Sounds good to me, Mom! I'm gonna bust my tail to get to that point, then. I promise!
Corrin: Perfect. And always remember that I'll be here to help you at every step.
Percy: Yahoo! Thank you so much, Mom!
Ophelia: Can I have a moment of your invaluable time, Corrin?
Corrin: You look awfully serious, Ophelia. What's wrong?
Ophelia: It's your aura. Something has gotten into it...like...like... Like manure into a pristine pool! We have to clean it at once.
Corrin: My WHAT has manure in it?!
Ophelia: Your aura—the energy that radiates from people. Yours is usually so beautiful, but it's gotten dank and dirty. Stinky even.
Corrin: My energy...smells?
Ophelia: More importantly, a bad aura can muck up your entire life!
Corrin: It can? Is there something we can do about it?
Ophelia: Never fear. That's why I'm here. If you hold a holy stone, face west at dusk, then beg for celestial intervention... a messenger from the heavens will descend to bless you. Then your aura will be all spiffy again. We must act in haste!
Corrin: Thank you, Ophelia. I...I never know what to expect from you. You're an odd duck, but I'm glad you're here with us.
Ophelia: As one who loves both ducks and oddities, I will take that as high praise.
Corrin: Oh, good.
Ophelia: But I cannot rest on my laurels. I must achieve the impossible and more. I am a chosen one, after all, and I must live up to my fated role! Please, offer me no more compliments. It's a life of thorns for me. I must do what cannot be done and bear my backbreaking responsibilities. Then I will be truly worthy of being a chosen one.
Corrin: Well, if I can help in any way...
Corrin: I've been meaning to ask you, Ophelia... What is a chosen one actually responsible for?
Ophelia: Oh! A question that I could answer for all of infinity and never be done speaking! But let's take my father for a start. As a chosen one, he names things.
Corrin: Odin...names things?
Ophelia: Haven't you heard him do it? He makes reality more real with his words. His naming prowess is beyond poetry!
Corrin: Odin is something else, all right.
Corrin: You got silent all of a sudden.
Ophelia: I pale in comparison to him. He's all sparkle and thunder! Even his "bam" is bamtastic! But I'm all fizzle and flop. Understand?
Corrin: Yes? And no?
Ophelia: My father IS a chosen one, while I'm just a pretender. A poor imitation!
Corrin: I doubt that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help?
Ophelia: You? Help me to be more chosen-ish?
Corrin: You're my friend. I'll do anything to help you reach your true potential.
Ophelia: What an ambitious glint in your eye! You'd help me...name names? Hope lives! Why don't we start with some naming exercises. You toss out a name, and I'll give it its TRUE name.
Corrin: All right. How about the sky?
Ophelia: Divinius Domus?
Ophelia: Hmm...Fluffy Vagabonds? Ack. That's horrible! I can't do this! My power of naming is mired in the ordinary. I must break free!
Corrin: Why so upset? This really doesn't sound like you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: I will break free! Give me more names! I must climb out of my sad abyss... my...my Delirium Chasmatis!
Corrin: Then more names coming your way. We'll keep at it until you beat this, Ophelia...
Ophelia: Thank you for all your help with my naming problem, Corrin. I'm just sorry that you had to witness my failure. I'm a terrible chosen one. Fortunately, the world has my father to watch over it. I'm giving up.
Corrin: What? But your names were amazing. So out there, I couldn't believe my ears!
Ophelia: You're just saying that to be nice.
Corrin: No, really! I mean, calling wyvern's dung...Arthur's Slophat? I don't even know what that means!
Ophelia: Haven't you noticed? Dragons always drop doo-doo on Arthur's head.
Corrin: Ew. Can I speak honestly with you, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Yeah, for sure! I mean...verily! Speak as if each word is a shooting star of truth!
Corrin: Um, well, about that right there. You really don't need to speak in such a flowery way.
Corrin: I feel like sometimes you dress up your words to sound just like your father. But Odin is Odin. And you're you. You have your own path to becoming a chosen one. Don't imitate his.
Ophelia: Wow. I never thought about it like that. Walk my own path, huh? Good advice.
Corrin: Maybe Odin thinks I'm dull, but I just like things a little simpler. Whatever you choose to do, Ophelia, I'll like you no matter what. I do think that if you simply focus on being you, you'll be a chosen one sooner.
Ophelia: You're a good friend, Corrin.
Corrin: I try.
Ophelia: Will you always be so honest with me? I welcome the advice.
Corrin: I...I doubt I have any more advice beyond that. But I'll always be your friend.
Ophelia: Yay! Thanks, Corrin! Oh, look! Your aura was so mucky before. But now it's cleared right up!
Corrin: Oh. I forgot all about my mucky aura. Is that really...a real thing?
Ophelia: Is it? Yes! I love anything spiritual and celestial. I really do. Wait! Your aura is changing before my very eyes. It...it looks just like my father's. You must be a chosen one too! So, how about it, Corrin? I'm tired of being all fizzle and flop. How about we both go for sparkle and thunder?
Corrin: No, no—that's all right. I like how I am just fine.
Ophelia: What?! Now that I see the true you, I give you my eternal pledge! I now grab your hand, and we will ascend into chosenality in togetheritude! Come on... Don't hold back, Corrin...
Ophelia (as parent and child)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Corrin: WHAT?! Tell me what happened, Ophelia.
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Corrin: Ahh! You're just hungry?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Corrin: Well of course I do. I am a chosen one, after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I must admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could fight side by side.
Corrin: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
Ophelia: I suppose first we should quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Corrin: Indeed. I'll prepare something tasty for you right away.
Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
Corrin: Could you get the bowls for me?
Ophelia: Of course! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Corrin: Ophelia, if you break something, be up front about it and apologize.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Corrin: Ophelia, is something on your mind?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Corrin: Talk to me. Who knows? I might be able to help.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Corrin: What? Why would you think otherwise?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Corrin: So that's what's been on your mind? It's OK. You can become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Corrin: Even I wasn't this strong in the beginning.
Corrin: Strength came after I was a chosen one.
Corrin: It's true. Tell me, do you know who chose me, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Hmm, fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Corrin: No. Nothing like that. I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
Corrin: Having you gave me incredible strength. Because I wanted to protect you, no matter what.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Corrin: That's why I said it's OK. Eventually, you'll become a chosen one. You're my daughter.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Corrin: Morning, Ophelia. You're in an awfully good mood today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am. You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Corrin: Oh really? Well, I'm glad to hear that I helped.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... whatever wisdom you can spare.
Corrin: Oh my. May I ask, why the sudden interest?
Ophelia: Well, it's pretty simple. Someday, I may be chosen, like you, right? If that happens, I need to make sure that I'm ready.
Corrin: Heehee, that's a good point.
Ophelia: More importantly, generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Corrin: Hmm. Well if you feel that strongly about it, I'd be happy to teach you what I know.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we begin with some chores?
Corrin: Of course. Shall we start by washing the dishes?
Ophelia: All right. How about these plates here? AHH!
Ophelia: Aw, Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
Corrin: Oh my, Ophelia, you were quite up front with the apology this time.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Corrin: Heehee, that's true! How splendid, Ophelia.
Soleil: I'm baking alive in this sun! Good thing there's an easy fix for that.
Corrin: Soleil! What's gotten into you?!
Soleil: What do you mean? I'm just changing clothes.
Corrin: But we're out in the open where everyone can see!
Soleil: So? I've got nothing these ladies haven't seen before.
Corrin: But there's men here too!
Soleil: Who cares about them? Wait...is this one of those things where I do something wrong without realizing?
Corrin: I wouldn't call it wrong, per se, but... most people are embarrassed to be seen changing in public.
Soleil: Oh. Well, good thing I'm not, then!
Corrin: How can you not care about that?
Soleil: I just choose not to. I change when I feel like it. If I want to take off a few layers, I do that. That's just me! Why spend my time caring what other people think? Who needs the hassle?
Corrin: So that's your philosophy?
Soleil: Yeah! You should try it. I bet it won't be as embarrassing as you think.
Corrin: Um...that's quite all right.
Soleil: Oh? Well, it was worth a try...
Soleil: Oh, hey, Lady Corrin. What's up? Changed your mind about staying straitjacketed by society's rules?
Corrin: N-not precisely... It's just that I, er, saw you...
Soleil: Yeah? Did you like what you saw?
Corrin: That's not at all what I meant!
Soleil: Whoa, deep breaths, Lady Corrin. What did you mean?
Corrin: I saw you talking to that girl in the village.
Soleil: Hmm, you're going to have to narrow it down for me.
Corrin: You seemed...pretty forward with her...
Soleil: That doesn't narrow it down much.
Corrin: She had short, golden hair and a green dress on. You leaned in close and said, "I didn't know they grew them that cute here." Then I think I heard you whisper, "It's especially cute when you blush like that." "If only you'd just let me show you how much I really love you..."
Soleil: Oh, OK, I know the girl you're talking about! I think. 90 percent sure.
Corrin: That's all you have to say for yourself?! I could barely get the words out, and I'm not the one who said them to begin with! How can you flirt so brazenly with people?
Soleil: Um...because it's fun?
Corrin: Is that actually your answer?
Soleil: Well, yeah. A cute girl is a cute girl, no two ways about it. I get feelings about that! I can't keep them bottled up inside! Why, what do you do when you see a cute girl? Just stare silently without telling her? THAT, I'd be ashamed of. Sounds to me like you're missing out on life.
Corrin: I see... Wait, what? I don't see! You're not making any sense!
Soleil: Maybe you'd understand if you tried it sometime.
Soleil: You can practice on me! I'll rate your technique and everything. Oooh, this is gonna be fun. It's not often the girls are the ones hitting on me!
Corrin: Um...thank you, but I think I'll pass...
Soleil: And then turn and step? Or is it step, then turn? How is this supposed to work? Yowch! Oof, that smarts... Dad makes this look so easy! I've gotta face facts. I've got two left feet, and that's that.
Soleil: Huh? Lady Corrin? How much of that did you see?!
Corrin: Enough, I suppose.
Soleil: So...you saw my sad attempts at dance...
Corrin: I was watching, yes. But what are you so ashamed of?
Soleil: I'm terrible! I have no rhythm! No soul! No skill at dancing at all!
Corrin: That's not what I saw. You're much lighter on your feet than me, to be certain.
Soleil: If you say so... Just don't tell anyone what you saw here, OK?
Corrin: My goodness...Soleil, are you blushing? This is a first.
Corrin: What are you so embarrassed of? Are you worried about what other people might think? Isn't that missing out on—
Soleil: All right, yes, I said that! I get it! I hate to admit it, but yes, I'm so embarrassed, I could die. C-could you maybe leave me in peace?
Corrin: Heehee. Seeing genuine embarrassment on your face... It feels like a victory, in a way. And I don't mean that badly. It humanizes you somewhat. It makes you more relatable...gives us more in common than we had.
Soleil: Really? You mean that?
Corrin: Yes, I do.
Soleil: Heh heh, I like the sound of that. This might not be so bad after all!
Corrin: Er...how do you mean?
Soleil: I've been hoping to get an in with you this whole time.
Corrin: Come again?
Soleil: But I didn't think I stood a chance with you, so I was holding back.
Corrin: A-a chance?! So you've been looking for an opportunity to be so brazen with me?
Soleil: Well, maybe not turned up to my usual levels. But yeah, I'd give it a shot.
Corrin: Hmph. A true lady prefers to be courted, not solicited. If you're so uninhibited with me, I'll tell everyone about your dancing!
Soleil: What?! You wouldn't...!
Corrin: Advantage: mine.
Soleil: Grr...you haven't heard the last of this! I'll practice dancing until I'm so good, you'll be powerless before my wiles!
Corrin: Or you could just give up already...
Soleil (as parent and child)
Soleil: Hiya, Mom! What are you getting up to today? Sharpening some blades?
Corrin: Hello, Soleil. Yes, I need to make sure all the swords are nice and sharp. They're much more effective on the battlefield that way.
Soleil: Wow, that's so amazing...
Corrin: Wh-what is it? Do I have some salad stuck in my teeth or something?
Soleil: Shh, be quiet. I need to take in this moment so I can remember it forever. My perfect mother, standing with a blade glimmering brightly in the sun... Her hair swaying gently in the breeze while she takes the stone to the iron... Heehee! This is just too adorable!! What a cute scene!
Corrin: Don't be silly, Soleil. It's not very nice to tease me like that.
Soleil: I'm not teasing you. Seriously! You're always so humble about everything. I never knew how much elegance and grace was required for maintaining weapons. I can't handle it! Everything is so crazy adorable with you! We have to run into town to grab some tea together. I need to know how you became such a world-class cutie.
Corrin: I really don't have time for that. I have way too many chores left to do. You'll have to excuse me, Soleil.
Soleil: Wait a minute! Don't go, Mom!
Soleil: Strong hands running through pure, golden feed... With a quick flick of the wrist, she scatters the food deftly on the ground... Sweet, fluffy critters line up just to bask in her presence... Heehee...
Corrin: Soleil, can you quit talking please? I can't get any work done with you distracting me all the time...
Soleil: I can't help it! What am I supposed to do? You're the one who decided to do your chores in such an adorable way. If you don't want me to distract you, then quit being so adorable all the time!
Corrin: I told you to cut it out! You're starting to make me really mad! Ugh!
Soleil: Aww, you're even cuter when you get really angry at me!
Corrin: *sigh* You sure do remind me of a certain someone... Can you please let me by? I still have so much to do.
Soleil: Really? But you've been working all morning! Can't you take a break? I got this wonderful blanket from the fair the other day. We should go have a picnic! It would be such a cute, idyllic scene, don't you think?
Corrin: There's no time to take a break. I don't want to work all night.
Soleil: Geez, do you labor this hard every day?
Corrin: Of course. Everyone around here does. It's perfectly normal.
Soleil: I had no idea...
Corrin: Now, Soleil, you'll have to excuse me.
Soleil: Wait a minute. Can't I help? There must be some way to make myself useful.
Corrin: You really want to help? Fine. Here, chop up these carrots. The horses love to eat them.
Soleil: Leave it to me! Oh my gosh, has anyone ever looked cuter than us right now? This is so much fun, heehee!
Corrin: *sigh* You never let up...
Corrin: I'd better start sorting through this new batch of supplies…
Soleil: Moooom! There you are! Hi!
Corrin: Soleil, I'm very busy. I simply don't have any time for your games today.
Soleil: I didn't come here to harp on how cute you look counting these sacks of rice. I mean, it is delightful. Heehee... Sorry, I got distracted. I came here to tell you something important. I've learned so much by watching you work the last few days... I feel like I appreciate all your efforts more than ever. I had no idea how much work it takes to get everything done around here. It's very impressive.
Corrin: Oh, really? That's kind of you to say.
Soleil: You've inspired me to make a big decision. I'm going to be just like you. After all, you're my mom! I can't sit here and let you do all the chores by yourself.
Corrin: Thanks for the offer. But you don't need to worry about the chores. I'm used to working like this.
Soleil: It's cute to watch you be so selfless. But I really want to pitch in! Can't I do something? Please?
Corrin: Well, if you insist...
Soleil: That's so exciting! Thanks, Mom. I promise I'll work super hard. You can count on me!
Corrin: But I don't want to hear any more of your compliments. It's impossible to concentrate on my chores with you going on and on.
Soleil: Hahaha! You're so silly. That's impossible. We're a total dream team! Watch out, world! These two cuties are gonna knock out some chores!
Corrin: *sigh* You're a very silly girl, Soleil...
Nina: Hee hee!
Corrin: Hello, Nina.
Nina: Corrin! When did you get here?
Corrin: Um, just now, of course. Is everything all right?
Nina: OK. You haven't been standing there watching me for a while? Whew.
Corrin: No, of course not. But now I'm curious... What have you been up to, Nina?
Nina: Oh, nothing interesting at all. Nothing even worth talking about. I suppose if I had to say SOMETHING, I would say I was...people watching.
Corrin: People watching?
Nina: Yeah! Like, see that guy over there? The one dripping with sweat from practice?
Corrin: Yeah, looks like he had quite a workout.
Nina: And then over there, there's a guy tending to some horses. What if those two guys met up...like, for a cup of tea? Wouldn't that be splendid? What would they talk about? Would they become fast friends? Or something more...
Corrin: Something more? I'm not sure I understand.
Nina: Oh, well, never mind that, then! Just imagine a good, old-fashioned friendship. But then one day they find themselves in the middle of an intense staring contest... Hee hee!
Nina: Oh, you're still here. Was I talking out loud? Well, just pretend I didn't say anything.
Corrin: How odd.
Nina: No, no, no! Wait...YES! Yes, yes! Oh, this friendship is coming along nicely...very nicely indeed!
Corrin: Nina? What are you doing?
Nina: Corrin? Gah!
Corrin: Sorry. Did I startle you? I've been waving and calling your name for about five minutes. It almost seemed like you were in a trance.
Nina: Really? Sorry about that. I get lost in my own little world sometimes.
Corrin: No kidding. Anyway, many of the others are planning a feast. I came to see if you were interested in partaking. But it looks as though you're a bit preoccupied.
Nina: Oh...not really. I was just, you know, doing a little people watching.
Corrin: Well, you appeared to be concentrating rather intently on your observations.
Nina: That's just how I am. I never do anything halfhearted. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Corrin: I'm actually a bit jealous. I wish I was as passionate about, well, anything.
Nina: Well, why don't you join me? C'mon—it'll be fun.
Corrin: You wouldn't mind? I'd like that, Nina. Since we've been teaming up in battle, it seems we ought to get to know each other.
Nina: All right! But just to warn you, my hobby can be pretty addictive. So, remember those two from the other day?
Corrin: The two gentlemen you were observing? Yes, I see them just down the hill.
Nina: Right. Notice anything different?
Corrin: Well, they appear to be having a friendly conversation. I didn't realize they knew each other.
Nina: Oh ho! They didn't! Not until I executed a plot to introduce them to each other. Hee hee!
Nina: Can you imagine how powerful that feels? Manipulating people like that? Anyway, now that you're here, we can dream even bigger. Help me brainstorm. How can we advance their friendship to a whole new level?
Corrin: Uh, Nina? You've gone beyond mere people watching here. I'm not sure I can be a part of this after all.
Nina: Hee hee! Oh, Nina, you devil. What a fancy plot you've hatched this time...
Corrin: I don't think she even knows I'm here anymore.
Nina: *sigh* Why isn't this working?
Corrin: Hello, Nina. What's the matter? You look a bit distressed.
Nina: Have a look for yourself, Corrin.
Corrin: At those men you've been spying on? What's the matter? They appear friendly.
Nina: Yes, that's just it. They're JUST friends. I think they should be something more.
Corrin: Well...don't you think it's up to them to decide that sort of thing for themselves?
Nina: Grr! Probably. But I went to so much trouble to introduce them. And look at how they repay me.
Corrin: Nina! I think you're taking this whole people-watching thing too far.
Nina: Argh! Forget I said anything!
Corrin: Not the kind of thing one easily forgets, is it?
Nina: I know. I have a bit of a problem. It's just that... I'm obsessed with clandestine love and impossible desires. I can't get enough of that kind of love story.
Corrin: I see.
Nina: I'm sorry for hiding that from you. I know I'm a bit strange.
Corrin: Please don't be so hard on yourself, Nina. I don't think you're strange. As long as it doesn't interfere in others' lives, I support your people watching.
Nina: Do you really mean that, Corrin?
Corrin: I do. And I must admit—it is a bit thrilling to spend time with you watching others.
Nina: Aww! It makes me so happy to hear you say that. Most people just don't understand. So, now that you're on board, who should our next target be?
Corrin: Uh, next target?
Nina: Yeah! These two are a lost cause. It's time to dream up a new scenario. Now, I saw a guy at market the other day with an interesting beard. Maybe we could introduce him to the butcher. He's completely bald! Yes... What an interesting matchup that would be! Hee hee!
Corrin: Oh dear. What have I done?
Nina (as parent and child)
Nina: Mmm...that was really something.
Nina: The way those men were chatting like old friends...
Nina: What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
Corrin: Ah, Nina. I'm glad you're home.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training!
Nina: You didn't hear me talking about...stuff...Did you?
Corrin: What sort of "stuff" do you mean...?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it!
Corrin: Well, regardless, you should know that I cleaned up a bit in your room.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Corrin: That's as may be, but it was getting hard to ignore, Nina...
Corrin: If you can't find the books that were under the bed, try the top shelf on the bookcase.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods...
Nina: PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Corrin: Oh, don't worry. I didn't go snooping through your things.
Corrin: ...And even if I did, you are still my precious, darling daughter.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them!
Nina: Well? Did you or didn't you?
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Corrin: Is something troubling you, Nina?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Corrin: Don't be shy. If it's anything I can help with, I'd like to know.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Corrin: That sounds unfortunate. But I suppose you must learn to deal with it on your own.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Corrin: If you recognize that you're being mean and hurtful, that's an excellent starting point. All it truly takes is a compassionate heart and the will to change. Someday, you'll find your way to the person you want to be.
Nina: You really think so?
Corrin: Change doesn't come overnight. But it will happen someday, I assure you.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Corrin: I wouldn't have thought you had difficulties talking to people, though. It's not the impression I had of you from your journals...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Corrin: Oh? Tell me all about it.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Corrin: My goodness. It sounds as though you're making great strides.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Corrin: Keep making progress like that, and you'll have plenty of conversation partners. Perhaps then you can put your old hobbies behind you...
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Corrin: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken so negatively of them. I thought you showed a real gift for subterfuge in your writings.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Corrin: Enough to compile into a training manual for the troops. I credited you for your many valuable insights on stealth operations, of course.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Corrin: Because I'm so proud of you, and I want everybody to know it.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Corrin: It's not freakish so much as...special. Unique, let's say. Definitely one of a kind, which is why I love you so much, my dear Nina.