Wind Crusader

I love all the music in this game, a few stick out to me though. Mastermind/Nemesis is my favorite track in the game, it's a shame you only hear it for a total of 3 battles in the game. Divine Decree is my official skirmish support grinding music. Chaos (ablaze) has a really awesome drum in it. And last but not least is Id (Purpose) for being one of the best final chapter musics in any game I've played.

Let's see here, Sully: Her personality kills the character for me, I liked her at first but as I got more and more supports the more her personality got to me. Kjelle: I liked her at first, until she described my army as a bunch of newborn kittens, her personality is way worse than Sully's though, at least her mother doesn't call everyone in the army weaklings. Sumia: I don't like pegasus knights in general, I don't like klutzy characters that much either, she also feels pretty daft to me. Cynthia: Pretty much Sumia, but combined with Owain's heroisms? Way too much for me. Olivia: Shyest person in the army, wears the skimpiest clothing, also I have a bias towards dancers. Miriel: The same as a textbook, very little personality at all, also hates fireworks. Say'ri: I find her to be pretty boring and too Japanese for my taste. Yarne: The last member of a proud, warriorlike species, also the biggest coward in the army. Anyone else see the issue here? Tharja: ... *shivers* Gaius: Not a big fan of him, not sure why, possibly his obsession with candy. Vaike: Already covered well enough earlier in the thread. However, I love Laurent since he's different enough from his mother and I also love Severa, I can understand why people dislike her though. Brady and Maribelle are also among my favorite characters as well. Spouse bias, ftw?

I paired her with Virion mainly because Gerome's hair is amazing with that color.

Yes, every confession line is fully voiced out.

Alright, I've got more supports ready for you guys, the rest of my 2nd gen romantic supports will be in this post as they come along. [spoiler=Severa/Yarne] [spoiler=Severa/Yarne C support] Severa: Yarne! Yarne: What's wrong, Severa? You're all out of--- Severa: Don't you 'what's wrong" me! What do you call the last battle?! We'd only been on the field a minutes when you turned tail and ran! Yarne: N-not true! I saw it through to the end! ...Er, from a safe distance. Severa: Pah! What a lame excuse! Yarne: Look, it's just... It's not like you really needed me there. Our foe was way weaker than us. Severa: Keep underestimating the enemy like that and you're going to wind up in a coffin! Yarne: But it's the truth! Severa: And what happens when we go up against a stronger enemy? Hmm? We prepare that much more carefully. We focus harder and we fight stronger! And that goes for them, too. Which means we can't afford any carelessness! Yarne: I... I guess you have a point. Severa: This army has suffered more injuries from carelessness than from enemies, you know? Yarne: All right, all right! I'll be careful not to just leave the easy fight to you guys from now on. Severa: Am I really getting through to you? Yarne: Yes! I told you, I got it! Severa: If you think a quick nod and a smile is going to fool me, you're crazy. I'll stay here lecturing you all day if that's what it takes! Now, take a seat, craven! Yarne: ...There goes the afternoon. Severa: What was that? Yarne: N-nothing, ma'am! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne B support] Severa: ...And another thing about war! Yarne: ...... Severa: It's the easily distracted and complacent people like you who get hurt! And every time you get hurt, allies have to risk their hides to save your sorry--- Hey! Are you even listening?! Yarne: ...How does she never get bored of giving the same speech, day after day? Severa: Yarne! Your internal monologue right now is highly external! Yarne: Gah! S-sorry! I was just kidding! Severa: Ugh. Now, what was the last thing you remember me saying? Yarne: A-all of it! I heard ever word! Severa: Riiiight. Then tell me what combat situations you're best suited for. Yarne: Uh... Ones where... the enemy is really weak? Severa: Very funny, you dolt. In woodlands and other area where mounted units' movement is restricted! That's where your speed and mobility are most advantageous. Ring any bells? Yarne: Er, I'm pretty sure I remember hearing you say... something like that? Severa: Unbelievable. Why are you even here? If you're not interested in fighting, quit! Yarne: I AM interested, and I WANT to fight! I just don't understand why you're so fixated on me! Severa: Because half-baked soldiers like you are a liability to everyone else! You're at least a nominal part of this army, right? So pull your weight for a change! Yarne: Nominal...? That's pretty harsh! Severa: Then prove me wrong! Yarne: Maybe I will! Severa: Good! Now start paying attention! Yarne: Fine! I will! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne A support] Yarne: Ugh, another day of Severa's Basic Training, otherwise known as Pick-on-Yarne Hour... There's got to be a way out of this. Hm... I could fake the plague... No, wait. I did that last time. ...Fake my own death and run? ...No, that's madness. If she found out, she'd kill me for true. Severa: And just where do you think you're going, bunny face? Yarne: S-Severa?! Er, I was just... Just valiantly fighting the impulse to flee? Severa: Flee? You were going to run away? Just where do you get off, buster?! Yarne: (Gah! Severa's even more terrifying than usual today!) (Every animal instinct in my body is screamin "RUN!" in a perfect chorus!) Severa: Don't. You. Dare! Yarne: *Huff* *pant* Whew... Heh... That'll teach you to... try to outrun a rabbit... W-wait a moment... What's that angry blur coming toward me...? EEEEK! SEVERA! I'M GONNA DIE! Severa: ...HAH! Gotcha! And don't even think of trying to run again! Yarne: H-how did a human outrun me? And what possible reason could you have to chase me that hard?! You're wasting your time on me! You know that, right? Severa: ARGH! Just LOOKING at you makes me see red! There is NOTHING more infuriating than watching someone slack off! You've got about three times the natural strength and potential I do, you know? And yet you're just letting it go to waste while I work my butt off just to keep up! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?! Yarne: Severa... I don't... I'm sorry. Truly. I never knew. I always thought I was a lost cause, and I just assumed you'd already given up... Severa: Some days, I'm tempted. Yarne: Look, I'll work to improve, okay? I'll give it my honest best. Severa: ...Promise? Yarne: I do. I doubt it'll be smooth sailing, and I'll probably still make you mad at first... But I'll do everything I can to be a help to you and the others. I swear. Severa: And how can I be sure you're not planning to just run away again? I suppose I'll have to stay close and keep a close watch on you. And... maybe help. Yarne: Well... having you there certainly can't hurt. Thanks for sticking by me, Severa! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne S support] Severa: Hello, Yarne. Yarne: Oh. Hi, Severa. Severa: well, this is unusual. That's taguel armor, isn't it? I don't think I've ever seen you maintaining your equipment before. Yarne: Yeah, it's one of a lot of things I'm just getting around to. After you told me I have potential, I really have no excuse not make myself of use. Right? Severa: Yarne... I'm proud of you. You've finally started taking your role in this war seriously. Yarne: Yeah... Um, say, Severa? Do you think I could maybe ask you a favor? Severa: Let's hear it. Yarne: Well, er... I was just... Severa: What's the problem? I happen to be feeling unusually generous after seeing you shape up. So out with it already! Yarne: W-will you be my girl?! Severa: What?! Yarne: All your lectures made me a better man... It made me realize a basket case like me needs a wise, strong woman to guide him! Severa: A-are you insane?! Yarne: Yes! Insane about YOU! Come on, you said it yourself! I shaped up, and it's all thanks to you! Severa: Y-you have made impressive strides... Yarne: And I'm committed to getting stronger. Strong enough to stand as your equal! So... please? Whaddya say? Severa: ...Are you sure you can handle it? Yarne: Handle what? Severa: living with a woman like me is a lot harder than just winning a few battles. Yarne: Hah! Now THAT I'm prepared for! I've had a lot of practice these last few weeks. Severa: Well, if you're certain, I SUPPOSE I could do you the honor... Yarne: YES! Oh, thank you, Severa! I swear I'll become a man worthy of your love! Severa: Good! Because if you don't, I'll be wearing your pelt for a winter coat! [spoiler=Noire/Owain] [spoiler=Noire/Owain C support] Noire: Hnnnnrrrggghhh! Owain: Whoa, Noire! That an awful big load you've got. What are you up to? Noire: Eep! ...O-oh! Hello Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back from the market. Owain: Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you. Noire: Um, but... are you sure? Owain: Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take over! Noire: I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you. Owain: I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress still--- By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for tonight's dinner? Noire: No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections. Owain: Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old Owain! Noire: Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits. Owain: Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook! Noire: Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might... try it? I mean... if you... want? Owain: I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions! Noire: Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down. [spoiler=Noire/Owain B support] Owain: Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly! Noire: Eep! O-Owain! Hello... Owain: Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water. Noire: I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky. Owain: I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me that! *Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing Noire: R-really? Oh, I'm so glad... Owain: It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect texture! Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic! Noire: I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients. Owain: Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating bugs. So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway? Noire: I... I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name. Owain: Then I must give it one! Noire: Er... You will? Owain: Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody does, so I may as well give it a new one! Noire: I... I suppose that's okay. Owain: A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's... coming... to... me...! Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion! Noire: That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed! Owain: I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did! Noire: Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients. Owain: Ha! never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out. Noire: Um, so if I do... will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem? Owain: S-sure, why not?! [spoiler=Noire/Owain A support] Owain: Hey, Noire! Noire: Eep! H-hello, Owain... Owain: Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet. Noire: Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients. Owain: Ah... I figured as much. Noire: I really am sorry... Owain: Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace! Noire: I... I was looking forward to hearing your poems again. Owain: You're really stuck on that, huh? Noire: Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to--- Owain: Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds. Noire: Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try. Owain: Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them! Noire: S-say, Owain...? Owain: Hm? Noire: Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um... Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet? Owain: Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul! Noire: Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients. Owain: Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something. Noire: I won't do... that. Owain: I don't want to know! [spoiler=Noire/Owain S support] Noire: O-Owain! I made another cake! Owain: You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?! Noire: Of course! I... I made it for you. Owain: Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snark, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh, gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes! Noire: I've never been so ready in my life! Owain: The flavores swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple spice! Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window! Here... it... COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty! Noire: A... t-temple? My cake is a temple? Owain: And at it's altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows! Noire: A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness! Owain: Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes! Marry me, Noire! Marry me! Noire: ...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER! Owain: Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally fine! Noire: YOU STOLE IT! Owain: I stole wh-what?! Noire: YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before asking the same question! And now you have o'erstepped your bounds and ruined my plan! INSOLENCE! Owain: B-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?! Noire: ...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit... overcome. Owain: Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too. Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe? Noire: Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all! Owain: Now you're making ME feel a little overcome! Noire: Hee hee! [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent] [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent C support] Laurent: Cynthia? A word, please. Cynthia: What is it, Laurent? You look even grimmer than usual. Laurent: I wish to speak with you about today's training exercises. Cynthia: Here to tell me what a bang-up job I did? Yeah, I was pretty proud myself. Laurent: I came to inform you that you were drifting ahead of everyone during the march. Cynthia: I wasn't drifting, I was executing the Twelve-Point Hero Spinner of Doom! It's my new superpower move, so I was trying it out to make sure--- Laurent: Please take due precaution to ensure you keep pace with the rest of us. Cynthia: It's called initiative! Look it up sometime! Laurent: It makes you a prime target for snipers and also inconveniences the entire army. Cynthia: I'm tougher than I look, you know? And I already look pretty tough. Laurent: Confidence is meaningless if it leads to wanton hubris. True confidence must--- Cynthia: Okay, okay! Just stop... saying stuff. I'll try to be more careful. Sheesh! Laurent: ---account for many factors, including the spatial relationship of units, as well as... Er, Cynthia? I wasn't done. [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent B support] Cynthia: Ah... Another day's training done! ...Which means it's just about time for Laurent to show up with his midday lecture. That guy just will NOT let it go! Seriously! Laurent: Ah, good. Here you are. Cynthia: ...Oh. Yippee. Laurent: Do you have a moment, Cynthia? I'd like to inquire as to why you continue to ignore my counsel. Cynthia: ...Yup. Riiight on time. Laurent: ...I'm sorry. I don't understand. Cynthia: I mean I've heard this dumb lecture a bazillion times and I'm tired of it! Laurent:If truly you wish for me to desist, you need only to agree to my reasonable requests. Caution and cooperation are paramount to any successful military collective. The unit stays close so it can aid individual members and better function as a whole. Thus are victories won. And even knowing this, you still insist on outracing the vanguard and charging in. I'm starting to fear this isn't a valid tactic, but instead a juvenile desire for glory. Cynthia: Is anything I'm doing really hurting anyone? No, it isn't! Everyone's fine! ...And I've done nothing that isn't befitting a true hero. Laurent: This army needs soldiers. It does not need heroes. Such antics disrupt the group dynamic and serve no use whatsoever on the battlefield. Cynthia: How dare you say I'm no use in battle! Laurent: That is not what I said. Cynthia: Yes, you did! You've been saying that this whole time! Laurent: If that is how you interpret my words, I will not attempt to dissuade you. Cynthia: You won't? Why not? Laurent: Because I will do whatever it takes to make you stop acting like a selfish child. Cynthia: Oh, that's it buster! That is IT! I've done a LOT more for this war effort than you, Mr. Smarty-Pants! I don't have to take this! Laurent: Everything I'm saying is out of concern for your safety. Cynthia: And I'm saying that my safety is none of your stupid business! So leave me alone! Laurent: Cynthia! Hold! So be it. If that is your wish, I am happy to comply. [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent A support COMING SOON] Cynthia: ...... Aw, maybe I was a little too hard on him. Laurent's stubborn, but he means well. ...Whoops! Forgot we were in the middle of a training exercise. Time to focus! Laurent: C-Cynthia! Hey! Cynthia: ...Hey? I don't think I've ever heard Laurent say hey bef--- Laurent: Watch out! Cynthia: Watch out for what---? Aaah! ...Huh? Geez, that was a hard fall. So why didn't it hurt? Laurent: Nngh... Cynthia: Laurent?! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there! Laurent: Apparently not... You were staring off into the distance when the army began marching. You were nearly run over by a ballista. Cynthia: Ooh, I'm sorry! Are you all right? Can you stand? Laurent: I'm perfectly fi--- NNGH! ...Perhaps not. Cynthia: Don't force it! Wait right here--- I'll get a stretcher! Well? Feel any better? Laurent: Some minor pain persists, but I am at least ambulatory once more. The healing spell has done its work. Time will do for the aches. Cynthia: Oh, good... Look, I'm really super sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Laurent: It's all right. Cynthia: No, it's not all right! I've been a big dumb jerk, and you got hurt because of it! I was too busy shouting about I was going to become a hero to listen. If I'd followed your advice, you wouldn't be stuck here now. Laurent: I'm sorry as well, Cynthia. I know how important your aspirations are to you. I ought not to have spoken so dismissively about them. I was being stubborn. Cynthia: It's fine. Laurent: I suppose I'd grown desperate to make you listen. You're strong, and brave, and many of the others look to you as a leader. You're too important to be taking unnecessary risks, however minor. I spoke as I did because we can't afford to lose you, Cynthia. Cynthia: Well, I promise to listen from now on. Double hero promise, in fact. Laurent: Perhaps I ought to have had you dislocate my hip sooner. Cynthia: I said I was sorry! [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent S support] Cynthia: *Sigh* Laurent: Is something wrong, Cynthia? You seem enervated. You barely touched your plate at dinner. Are you feeling unwell? Cynthia: Forget about me. How are you? Is your hip all right? Laurent: The pain is negligible now. It poses no onstacle to daily life or combat. Cynthia: I'm still really sorry... Laurent: I believe the numerous apologies I have already received made that clear. I appreciated the flowers, by the way. Oh, and the singing telegram. Cynthia: Yeah, but still. You busted your hip because my big booty fell on you. Laurent: Your posterior is not of such ample size that it shattered my bones, Cynthia. And for my part, I was glad you fell atop me. Cynthia: What? Why? Laurent: Because it allowed me to be hurt in your place. Men of most cultures enjoy some fantasy of saving the woman they love, yes? True, I'd hoped it to take place in a combat setting, but this served the purp--- Cynthia: Wait, what?! Back up a step! Laurent: Did you wish me to speak more about the cultural implications of--- Cynthia: No! Back up to the part about the woman you... love. Laurent: Oh. I see. You did not realize that... Oh my. I thought it clear that my persistence was born from concern for your well-being. If I was more adamant than normal, it's because I care for you all the more. Cynthia: I... But then... Holy smokes. B-but I said all those horrible things to you! Laurent: I accept those as the emotional outbursts that they were intended to be. However, there is one favor I might ask of you in return... Cynthia: Wh-what? Laurent: I would ask you to take me as your husband. Cynthia: Laurent, you're a smart guy. Take one look at me and tell me what you think. Laurent: Mmm... Fluttering eyelashes... Fingers twisting through hair... I surmise that your answer is in the affirmative? Cynthia: YES! I love you! Laurent: Oh, happy day! [spoiler=Nah/Brady] [spoiler=Nah/Brady C support] Nah: Ah! B-Brady... Brady: Yeah? Whatcha want? Nah: I don't, er... Nothing in particular. ...... Brady: Then why ya makin' eyes at me? You got something to say or what? Nah: N-nothing! Brady: Then what? Something wrong with you? You coming down with something? Nah: N-no, nothing like that. I'm fine... Brady: Well, you ain't ACTING fine. It's freaking me out! You don't go all quiet when you talk to any of the others. Nah: That's not true! Er, no, it is, but... I'm not being quiet! I'm the same as always... Brady: Sure, fine. Whatever. Nah: ...... Brady: ...You scared of me? Is that it? I give ya the heebie-jeebies? Nah: I'm not scared! Why would I be scared?! That's crazy talk! You're crazy! Brady: Oh, really? Nah: Y-yes, really... I'm not! Brady: Well, whatever it is, I ain't sticking around so you can gawk. I'm gonna fade. Nah: *Sigh* I j-just wanted to talk. When I see that face, though, I clam up... It's not my fault he looks so scary! [spoiler=Nah/Brady B support] Brady: Nah! You all right? Nah: B-Brady? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Brady: Uh, because you nearly drowned back there? You sure you're okay? Nah: Absolutely. Really, I'm fine... Thanks to you. At least, I heard it was you who dove in and saved me. My memory is still pretty hazy. Brady: Ugh, who told ya? I asked everybody not to make a big thing outta it... Nah: But it is a big thing, Brady! Especially to me. So, thank you. Brady: Aw, it was nothin'. Nah: Nothing? I could have died! Brady: Not sure how. That water was three feet deep, and that's bein' generous. Nah: Augh... Please, don't remind me. I'm embarrassed half to death as it is. Brady: What about me? I heard you shout for help, so I dove in thinkin' it was deep! Nearly telescoped my damn spine! Nah: ...... Brady: But, hey, I guess we both pulled through. Just be careful in the future, yeah? Nah: ...You're worried for me? Brady: What? W-well, sure, Nah! We're on the same team, ain't we? Nah: You're actually really sweet, you know that? Brady: What? Where'd that come from? Nah: I had you wrong. I thought you were colder. ...Scarier. Brady: So you WERE scared of me! I knew it! Nah: But not anymore! Now I know you're really a good, kindhearted person! Brady: Gah, stop already! I ain't used to praise. It feels almost as weird to hear ya say that as it does you calling me scary! Nah: Good people should be recognized as such. ...Which is why I'm making a point of telling everyone in camp what a sweetie you are. Brady: Hey, hold on! You don't gotta be tellin' no one nothin', see?! [spoiler=Nah/Brady A support] Brady: Um, Nah? Nah: Yes, Brady? Brady: Is it just me, or have you been following me around constantly the last few days? Did you, uh... need something? Nah: Do I need to need something to be around you? Brady: Are ya talkin' legally? 'Cause then I guess not. Nah: Also, I'll be introducing myself as your little sister from now on. Just so you know. Brady: Wait, what? Nah: I always wanted a nice, protective older brother. I'd say rescuing me from drowning qualifies you as nice and protective, no? Brady: Yeah, but not as your brother! Nah: Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you'll fall into the role with practice. Brady: That's not the... Gah, I don't even... Nah: Plus I still feel so terrible for thinking my poor, misunderstood brother was scary. I'll make it up to you from here on as your doting and adorable little sis! Brady: I told ya! Ain't nothin' to make up for! Nah: Every debt left unpaid is a threat to the stability of human-manakete relations. Brady: That your overblown way of saying you're too stubborn to back down on this? ...Fine, then. Do what you want. But ditch the brother-sister stuff! Folks might get the wrong idea. Nah: ...Oh, all right. It's a grave shame, but I'll concede the point. Brady: Well, now that that's settled. See you around, Nah. Nah: But I make no such concession with regards to following you around! Brady: ...Uh, hold on just a second here. Nah: I intend to stay by your side until I manage to repay my debt to you. Brady: Y-yeah, but there's gotta be SOME exceptions! Right? Like, I don't really want ya following me where I'm headed now... But which I mean I expressly forbid ya from following me! Got it?! Nah: What? Why?! Where are you going? Brady: To take a bath! Nah: Eep! S-sorry! I'll, um... I'll see you around, Brady! [spoiler=Nah/Brady S support] Nah: So, where are we headed today, Brady? Brady: "We" aren't headed anywhere. Were you really planning on following me around all day again? Nah: Well, of course! Brady: You don't think that's going a little far? Already told ya I release you from any debt you think you owe and all that malarkey. Nah: Don't be silly. That's not why at all! It's only natural we should be together. We're a couple. Brady: A couple of what? ...Er, and since when? Nah: Well, we spend all this time together, but you say we're not siblings. Brady: 'Cause we ain't! And what kind of crazy jump gets ya from there to being "a couple"?! Nah: Haven't you felt all the envious looks around camp? The others can't help but long for the sort of passion we share! Brady: Gah! Is that why everybody's been leering at me everywhere I go? Nah: They are NOT leering! ...They're celebrating our beautiful union. Brady: Ugh, I feel like I'm losing my mind here! There IS no beautiful union! And we ain't a "we" Nah: You don't have to shout. ...Do you really hate me that much? Brady: I never said that! Nah: Then let's get married! Brady: Slow down, would ya?! I need a little time to think here! Nah: You're divorcing me?! Brady: SLOW DOWN! Nah: *Sniff* Used up and cast aside... Who will love poor Nah now? Brady: Nobody used up anybody! Quit sayin' stuff what gives people funny ideas! Nah: Oh! Remarriage, then? Brady: I have the worst headache of my life right now... Nah: Don't overexert yourself, Brady! You're in no condition to weather needless stress. Please, I'm too young to be a widow! Brady: Just... Can I have a minute here? A quiet one? Nah: Don't worry, darling. If it comes to that, I'll use a dragonstone to transfer my own life force to you. Brady: ...Is that a thing? I didn't know you could do that. nah: I've never tried it myself, but I heard my mother talk about it. She said it was the stone's true power. ...Probably? Brady: What was she, guessing?! Nah: Even if she were, I'll make it work. I'm prepared to give you half of my life. That's what love means to me. Brady: Cheese and peanuts, this manakete love is heavy! ...Still, it feels pretty good to know someone cares that much. Nah: Then let's tell everyone the ceremony's tonight! I always wanted to be an eight o'clock bride! Brady: Er, there ain't no chance I'm getting you to slow down on this, is there? I'll finish the rest of Cynthia/Laurent and Nah/Brady before I go to sleep, so you won't have to wait long. Edit: Updated the last of the supports.

Vaike, because Libra is better off fathering a magic based child. Edit: Unless you want the Lifetaker skill, which is actually pretty good.

The final of my child/parent supports, the sibling support for Brady and Morgan, my first Gen 2 S rank: Kjelle and Gerome AND the friendship support between Frederick and Henry. [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike] [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike C support] Yarne: ...... ...... Vaike: Um, Yarne? Why are ya starin' at me like that? Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother. Vaike: Wh-what?! Cheatin'?! I'd never do such a thing! Ol' Vaike's been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed! Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth... Vaike: Why would you think I was cheatin'? ...Is someone spreadin' rumors? Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough? Vaike: Huh? Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guarenteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr... Vaike: ...Huh. I guess I see your point. Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line! Vaike: Now hold on just a minute! Yarne: Dob't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you! Vaike: Oh, for gods' sake... [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike B support] Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father. Vaike: What's wrong, Yarne? Ya look like your world's about to end. Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about? Vaike: Um... The number of times I lost my axe? Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it! Vaike: Yarne, take it easy! I was just bein' polite. Ya know, pleasantries and tactics and stuff. Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing. Vaike: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But ya gotta understand, I need to talk to my fellow soldiers--- men and women both. When you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital ya know who you're fightin' with. I mean, what if someone said ya couldn't talk to Lucina ever again? Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem. Vaike: I'm glad ya understand. But I wish you'd just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother! Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did... Vaike: ...Ah. Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you! Vaike: ...Hmm. I think I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise... [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike A support] Vaike: Yarne! There you are. I was looking for ya. Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore. Vaike: That ain't why I wanted to see ya. I... wanna apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to ya and... I didn't. I'm sorry. Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time! Vaike: Yeah, I get that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway. Yarne: ...... Vaike: We ain't just from different times--- we're from different VERSIONS of time. And yet Ol' Vaike thinks of ya as family all the same. I hope to give ya the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, ain't it? Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again. Vaike: Yarne, what if I made ya another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I'll survive and that I'll never abandon your mother. I love ya both more than anything in this world. I'd do anything for ya. Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise. Vaike: Great! Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?! Vaike: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do ya have to pet me like a dog while ya say it? [spoiler=Morgan/Brady sibling] [spoiler=Morgan/Brady C support] Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat... Brady: Whatcha mumblin' about over there, Morgan? Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though... Brady: Hey! Morgan! Morgan: Oh! Brady?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something? Brady: Just wondering what you were yappin' about over there... What is it? Practicing some mew magic spells and all that malarkey? Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine... Brady: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever... Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked. Brady: If you think it's strange for you, you should see how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, askin' questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. Eventually I got used to it, but still... Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl! Brady: Heh, and real humble, I see... Anyway, I'm happy to try and help ya get those memories back however I can. Before you know it, we'll be laughin' about the good ol' days --- now included! Morgan: Heh, right! [spoiler=Morgan/Brady B support] Brady: That's the third time today someone took me for a bandit! Next time, I'm gonna... Uh-oh. Looks like some cat's gone boots up over there. ...W-wait, is that... Morgan?! Morgan: Nn... nngh... Brady: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! Stay outta the light, girl! Morgan: ...Wha---?! Brady! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad... Brady: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would ya do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back? Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it... Brady: I'll stop ya even if it's NOT just for fun, ya damn moron! Look, I know you want your memories back, but hurtin' yourself ain't an option! Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again. Brady: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want ya safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Ma and Pop gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan, and I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to ya. Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Brady. Brady: As long as you understand. Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something! Brady: Er, I dunno... Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Brady! Brady: Huh? Naw, I ain't comfortable with--- Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective aas either one by itself, right? That's just basic science. Brady: You're insane! I'm outta here. [spoiler=Morgan/Brady A support] Brady: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Wanna tag along? Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need? Brady: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I there's somethin' YOU need. Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it? Brady: The opposite, actually. Maybe there ain't no need to worry about your memories, yeah> Morgan: That... makes no sense. Brady: Look, I'll be honest--- it kinda kills me to know ya forgot me. But... maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones. Morgan: What do you mean? Brady: I been thinkin' about this a lot. Why ya might've lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wonderin' if ya didn't have some awful memory ya just couldn't live with. ...I know I sure got a few. I see a lot of faces, yeah? Folks we couldn't save... Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Brady... Brady: Look, it's just a theory, and even if it's true, it ain't like you did it consciously. But I think that gettin' your memories back might not necessarily be good for ya. Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know? Brady: Well, long as you're sure, then I'm happy to help. Morgan: That's really kind of you, Brady, but do you realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever. Brady: I'm already stuck with ya forever, ya dimwit! I'm your brother. We're family--- memories or no. Ya couldn't keep me away. Morgan: Brady, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can! Brady: Then start by comin' with me into town. Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back. Brady: Hey, there's no rule what says ya can't have a little fun while you try. And there ain't no rule against makin' happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later, yeah? Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome] [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome C support] Kjelle: ...Good. I think that's enough lance practice for today. It will be difficult, but I shall master every weapon in our arsenal. Only then will I be the best and most powerful fighter on the battlefield! Gerome: ...Ahem. Kjelle: Are you spying on my practice sessions? Because I find that thought disturbing! Gerome: I just happened to notice you as I was passing by. That's all. Kjelle: Then keep passing by until I can't see you anymore! Gerome: All right. Kjelle: Ta-ta, then. Gerome: ...Oh, there's just one thing I wanted to say. Kjelle: What is it? Gerome: When thrusting with the lance, you should push with your leg and stomach muscles. You used only your arms just now. Such technique will betray you in battle. Kjelle: L-look, I was... That is to say... I was just about to fix that! ...And you were spying on me, weren't you? Gerome: I'll leave you to it, then. Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome B support] Gerome: Hello, Kjelle. More weapon work today? Kjelle: I must be ever vigilant with my training and fitness. A soldier must always be in top condition if she is to survive the rigors of war. Gerome: ...... Kjelle: Gods, those meaningful silences of yours are very annoying. ...Anyway, what do you think of my lance work? I fixed that problem you mentioned. Gerome: Much better. You now place your whole body behind the thrust. Kjelle: See? I told you I would fix it. In fact, just before you--- Gerome: However, your footwork is lacking. Kjelle: What's wrong with it? Gerome: You're throwing too much weight into the thrust and becoming unbalanced. It's a common enough mistake. More practice should fix the problem. Kjelle: Grr... Gerome: You sound displeased. Kjelle: It's all right for you, isn't it?! Gerome: I'm not following. Kjelle: No matter how hard I train or how much I practice and train, I'll never beat you! Gerome: I wasn't aware that was a consideration. Kjelle: Don't play dumb! You look down on me because I'm a woman, don't you? The fact that I'll never be as good as you justifies the prehudice in your own mind! Gerome: Don't be absurd. I'm just offering advice. Kjelle: Well, I need to get back to my practice, so advise someone else! Gerome: As you wish. Keep up the training. Kjelle: Arrrgh! I don't need you to tell me that, you patronizing know-it-all! ...That does it. Next time, I'm going to be perfect just to shut you up! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome A support] Kjelle: Hello, Gerome. Gerome: Oh, hello. I was just passing by randomly and thought--- Oh, are you training? Forgive me. Kjelle: Liar! I saw you skulking in the shadows. You were trying to spy on me again! Gerome: ...It's true. Kjelle: It is?! Gerome: I know I shouldn't, but I was curious. I had to see how you were progressing since our last conversation. Kjelle: Well, to be honest, I did want to show you something... Nnnnnnnnngh... Hiyaaah! What do you think? Not bad, eh? Gerome: Flawless. I would change nothing. Kjelle: Yes! You finally admitted I can do something right! Gerome: ...I'm surprised you're so thrilled to gain my approval. Aren't you putting too much stock in one man's opinion? Kjelle: When we were children, I decided that you would be my eternal rival... And I've been playing catch-up ever since! I've never been able to do anything that was good enough for you... until today! THAT is why I'm excited! Gerome: In that case, it appears I have been negligent. Kjelle: What do you mean? Gerome: If I am your rival, then I must begin training with renewed intent. If you will excuse me... Kjelle: I knew picking you as a rival was the right decision! Of course, now that I've inspired you to train more, I have to do the same. Gerome: I would expect no less from my rival. Best of luck to you. Kjelle: And to you! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome S support] Gerome: Hah! Kiya! Aaaaaand, YAAAH! ...Yes. That felt right. Kjelle: Looks like someone's hard work is paying off. Gerome: Kjelle! ...I didn't know you were there. Kjelle: Hah, not such a pleasant feeling being spied upon, is it? Gerome: Oh, I don't mind. ...If it's just for a while. So, what did you think? See anything that needs work? Kjelle: You were flawless as ever, damn you! I thought I was closing the gap, but I've clearly got a long way to go. Gerome: ...Good. I feared that I was no longer worthy to be your champion. Kjelle: Er, that's "rival." Not "champion." Gerome: How could I claim to be protecting you, if you were the stronger of us? It would be nonsense. Kjelle: I really think you misunderstand the purpose of a rival. Gerome: It was you who drove me to hone my martial skills with such single-minded dedication. If I neglected my training, even briefly, you would end up having to protect me. And I... could not allow that. Kjelle: Now hold on a damn minute, is it because I'm a--- Gerome: When it comes to skill with weapons, I will never allow you to best me. For I have swore an oath... to protect you for as long as I humanly can. Kjelle: Oh, Gerome... That is... That is... Completely unacceptable! Gerome: What? Kjelle: Did you ever consider that maybe I want to protect you? Or that I also swore an oath? That the reason I train so hard is so I might one day keep you safe from harm?! ...Look. Maybe we can do it together. Train? Frow strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect each other. Would that be so bad? Gerome: ...Mmmm... I could accept this arrangement. Kjelle: Then it's time to start training for real! Gerome: ...Oh. I'll leave you to it then. Kjelle: ...I mean together, Gerome! We train together! Gerome: Ah. Right! Of course! Suppose I'll just... join you then? [spoiler=Frederick/Henry] [spoiler=Frederick/Henry C support] Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up? Frederick: You were absent at today's training session? Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it! Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the troops yesterday? Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT traing session! It must have slipped my mind. Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness? Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain. Frederick: That's good to hear. However I'm quite disappointed you missed the session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death. Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily! Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to war's perils? Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things. Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that includes you! Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there... Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet! Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me? Frederick: Me? Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding! Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along? Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around! Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man! [spoiler=Frederick/Henry B support] Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH! Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick? Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last? Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch. Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train together. Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting! Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do not want my dying thought to be "if only I had trained a little harder." Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor. Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at me. Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that! Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today! Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at the colors! Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two... together! HIYARGH! GARH! Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here. Frederick: What did you say?! Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt. [spoiler=Frederick/Henry A support] Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again? Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not? Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attend every one of our training session recently. Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! ...Sort of. Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you... Henry: Yes? Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness! Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hug! These little bones might snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?! Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier! Henry: I always WAS! Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army. Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now? Frederick: I'm sure of we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lietenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has. Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know? Frederick: Then why, pray tell? Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things. Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture? Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too. Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it... when I find it so... difficult. Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it? Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together! Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today. Whew, I'm beat, more to come, when I wake up that is.

Reporting in with 2 more completed supports [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius] [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius C support] Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say, Option one, option two, option three... Gaius: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion? Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think. Gaius: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance flourishes." Cynthia: Well then, let me lay them out, and you can decide what sounds best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come racing out of it! Gaius: ...Oh. Cynthia: Option 2 is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals... Gaius: ...Ooo-kay. Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield! Gaius: ...... Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer? Gaius: Um... Well, if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals one? Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals! Gaius: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it? Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite! Gaius: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into? [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius B support] Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father. Gaius: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all thos balsted petals! Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting thousands! Gaius: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project? Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals. Gaius: In any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood? Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle? Gaius: Cynthia! War is a serious buisness. We're not playing games out there. Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together? Gaius: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me. Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough? Gaius: Of course. Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST! Gaius: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-crushing... ribs... [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius A support] Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease? Gaius: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to do? Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together! Gaius: Uh... now? Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we can go caroling and--- Gaius: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but even family needs time apart sometimes. Cynthia:---and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever! Gaius: Are you even listening to me? Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born? Gaius: ...... Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just that... until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our memories. Gaius: I... I didn't realize... Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me. Gaius: *Sniff* Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero... and my friend. [spoiler=Noire/Ricken] [spoiler=Noire/Ricken C support] Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle* Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight. Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in the first place? Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff/ uses me as her guinea pig. Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief. Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!* Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up. Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep. Ricken: Gosh, that's... kind of pathetic. Noire: ...Yep. *sniff* Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--- I'll prove you can depend on me! Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff* [spoiler=Noire/Ricken B support] Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff* Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do. Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse. Noire: Just like before... Ricken: Urgh... You did say that was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look at the bright side--- at least your gex is broken now! *sniffle* Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself. Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be... Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before... Ricken: Hmm? Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff* Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo. Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS! Ricken: Er... kiddo? Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face! Ricken: Noire?! What are you... Noire: *Ahen* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head... Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff* [spoiler=Noire/Ricken A support] Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire? Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it? Ricken: Have a look. Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me? Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you. Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before... Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change. Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them. Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us--- you, me, your mother... everyone. Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again. Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death! Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks. Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS! Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys. Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you! Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better! More will be coming soon.

I thought I already posted Gerome/Virion's parent/child support so here it is [spoiler=Gerome/Virion] [spoiler=Gerome/Virion C support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Gerome: What do you want? Virion: Oh, nothing in particular. I just--- Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends. Virion: Apparently not. But what of your family? Gerome: ...... Virion: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it? Lucina calls Chrom 'Father," you know? We could start there. Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger. Virion: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound. Gerome: Then you are a fool. Virion: Goodness! From the mouth of my own child! I'll have you know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of--- Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime. Virion: ...Minervykins? Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious! Virion: *Sigh* That child... [spoiler=Gerome/Virion B support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins? Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard. Virion: Ho ho, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well. Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that. Virion: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered! Gerome: ...... Virion: All right, all right. No need to glare now! I meant no offense... Gerome: ...Apology accepted. Virion: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche. Gerome: What do you mean? Virion: Hmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there? Gerome: It is. Virion: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious... Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that! Virion: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself. Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me! Virion: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed... [spoiler=Gerome/Virion A support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see? Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere? Virion: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might--- Gerome: I have no sensitive side. Virion: Ah, right. And what about when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I--- Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva? Virion: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I am family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you? Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish... Virion: And what did Minerva say? Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her? Virion: Er, well... It's an acquired skill. Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father. Virion: ...Did you just call me Father? Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving! Virion: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time! Gerome: Bah, enough already! And here's Morgan/Maribelle [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle] [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle C support] Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank. Maribelle: What are you doing, Morgan? Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bing us." So yea, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing! Maribelle: Sure it is, dear. Sure it is. Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that link us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back? Maribelle: Of course, darling. I'd be happy to. Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started! Maribelle: Well, she's an energetic one... [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle B support] Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment? Maribelle: For you, dear? Of course. Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one--- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better? Maribelle: First things first--- no more head smashing, understood? Children these days, I swear... As for your dilemma... Have you considered just staring at my face for a while? Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?" Maribelle: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day? Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother! [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle A support] Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob* Maribelle: Come now, darling. No tears. Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob* Maribelle: Morgan... Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...What---?! Maribelle: What's wrong?! Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you. Maribelle: You just take all the time you need, dear. Mother will always be here for you. Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

Even more parent/child supports [spoiler=Owain/Stahl] [spoiler=Owain/Stahl C support] Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual! Stahl: Owain? Is everything all right? Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer! Stahl: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious? Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father! Stahl: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you? Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood! Stahl: All right, Son, just stay where you are--- I'll get your mother! Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well... [spoiler=Owain/Stahl B support] Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you? Stahl: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was ll that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting? Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv--- Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time! Stahl: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us. Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time... Stahl: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit--- ...OWAIN, GET DOWN! Owain: What?! Stahl: ...Grah! Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit! Stahl: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO! Owain: R-right! Stahl: We lost them... We should be safe here. Owain: Gods, not again... Stahl: Hmm? Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er... Stahl: This is how what happens? Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff* Stahl: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong? Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother. Stahl: A-all right. I'll be here. [spoiler=Owain/Stahl A support] Owain: Father, how's the shoulder? Stahl: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately. Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again. Stahl: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future? Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back! Stahl: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets. Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it. Stahl: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future... Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone--- not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine. Stahl: Wait. So all this talk about have the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so--- ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids... Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic effect. Stahl: ...Wait, WHAT? Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together! Stahl: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become... Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and set me ablaze! Stahl: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least... [spoiler=Brady/Avatar] [spoiler=Brady/Avatar C support] Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk. Avatar: Um... Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go--- just the way ya like it. Avatar: Uh, Brady? Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter! Avatar: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady? Brady: Yeah? Avatar: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea. Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime. Avatar: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I don't recall ever having "teatime." Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up? Avatar: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did. Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now! Avatar: Er, what exactly did she tell you? Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! Brady: ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm. Avatar: ...When did my life get so weird? [spoiler=Brady/Avatar B support] Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer. Avatar: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat. Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'. Avatar: ...I'm sorry? Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance. Avatar: It... does? Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said. Avatar: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again. Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna--- Avatar: Brady, wait. Brady: What?! Avatar: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have come by. Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit. Avatar: It's settled then! Pull up a seat... [spoiler=Brady/Avatar A support] Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says--- Avatar: Heh heh... Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet. Avatar: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary. Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal. Avatar: What, you mean the Brady from this era? Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exaclty. Avatar: ...... Brady, I... Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like. Avatar: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son. Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums. Avatar: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would. Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin;. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer! Avatar: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

Two more supports for you all! [spoiler=Laurent/Henry] [spoiler=Laurent/Henry C support] Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future. Henry: Nya ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent. Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother. Henry: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me! Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did. Henry: Oh yeah? Like what? Laurent: Like... the color of my hair. Henry: Well, yeah, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you have a gift for cursing folks? Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank. Henry: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and... wordy. You should try loosening up a bit. Maybe act a little more your age. Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect. Henry: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I haven't had you. Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now if you'll excuse me. Henry: Laurent, wait! ...What was that all about? [spoiler=Laurent/Henry B support] Henry: Hey-o, Laurent! Laurent: Father. How may I help you? Henry: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... That makes no sense to me. Care to explain? Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years. Henry: Ack, there's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed? Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age. Henry: Yikes. So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself? Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me... Henry: Laurent, wait! Why didn't you ever mention any of this before? Cut off from everyone else for five whole years... You must've been lonely! Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own. Henry: Laurent... [spoiler=Laurent/Henry A support] Henry: Laurent. Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before. Henry: Yep, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo! Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?! Henry: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile! Laurent: I beg your pardon?! Henry: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself. Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child! Henry: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son. Laurent: Er, I... Henry: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me. Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or... Henry: Aw, I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. You forgive me, right? The important thing is, I'm here now, and I'm never gonna leave again! [spoiler=Nah/Libra] [spoiler=Nah/Libra C support] Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world! Libra: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood. Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games. Libra: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many way... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--- I wouldn't want her to change. Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age! Libra: Well, I... Nah: What do you even like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--- Libra: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into. Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I? Libra: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side, I find it charming. Yes, indeed. Charming. Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her? Libra: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this. Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT! [spoiler=Nah/Libra B support] Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation. Libra: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into anymore detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final! Bah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL! Libra: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself. Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU... Libra: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you... Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear. Libra: All right... I appreciate the apology. Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me. Libra: Yes, of course. But--- Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now. Libra: No, wait, Nah. Nah: Yes? Libra: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right? Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question... Libra: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--- Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day. Libra: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade? [spoiler=Nah/Libra A support] Libra: Nah... Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you? Libra: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that? Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home. Libra: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you? Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child. Libra: Don't say that. Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back for me... Libra: ...Nah... Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry... Libra: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want to know--- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again. Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father! Libra: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know? Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail! Libra: Oh, dear. All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked young, and... I'm grinding these out like a mad man, more coming shortly.

Here comes the first support of my 2nd wave [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu C support] Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day! Lon'qu: ...Why? Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her father?! Most fathers would be besie themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds! Lon'qu: You're right--- I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we go? Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses... Lon'qu: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age... Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am, Daddy! Lon'qu: Hmm... I suppose not. Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister. Lon;qu: That would be... odd. Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you? Lon'qu: What? N-no, not at all... You're adorable, Severa. Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So, okay! In town, there's this one dress I really, reeeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad? Lon'qu: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind. Just... You know the deal. Keep your distance. And no hand-holding. Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much! Lon'qu: *Sigh* Yeah, me too. Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.) [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu B support] Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for! Lon'qu: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did... Severa: Daddy, are you listening? Lon'qu: I'm listening. Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day! Lon'qu: ...No. Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me? Lon'qu: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought you plenty. Severa: FINE, then! Fine! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS! Lon'qu: I wasn't suggesting... Oh, good grief. Look, I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever... Severa: Oooooh, you're not?! Lon'qu: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice. Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--- my allowance?! I'm not a child! Lon'qu: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship in one's youth builds character. Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you! Lon'qu: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it. Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?! Lon'qu: *Sigh* Whatever you say... [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu A support] Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me! Lon'qu: Severa? What are you doing? Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping. Lon'qu: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you? Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it--- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack... Lon'qu: Severa, I think you're overreact--- Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment. Lon'qu: ...... Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it! Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came to us. Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up. Lon'qu: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same. Severa: Wha---?! Lon'qu: I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment. It makes me feel as if I failed you as a father. Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH... Lon'qu: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. Okay? And since you've been doing your chores, how about we claim that reward now? Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you! Lon'qu: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise. And another! [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick C support] Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner. Frederick: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... perhaps not today... Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?! Frederick: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut... Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--- Frederick: B-breakfast... Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"? Frederick: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay away... Spare yourself... Kjelle: ...... Frederick: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is... Kjelle: ...Is your daughter. Frederick: ...What? Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well. Frederick: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental, dear... Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing! Frederick: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... This is not going to be pleasant... [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick B support] Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH! Frederick: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today. Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting. Frederick: Oh, so... you're not cooking again? Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead! Frederick: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--- I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again. Kjelle: NO! Frederick: ...I'm sorry? Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? what if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family. Frederick: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad... Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa--- Frederick: All right! Fair enough. ...What if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone. Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks. [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick A support] Frederick: The soup smells great, dear. Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste. Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking! Frederick: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve... Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you? Frederick: Yes, I suppose we do... Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh. Frederick: Hmm? Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but... it's nice. Frederick: Kjelle... Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp* Frederick: Kjelle, I know you're a strong woman who doesn't like to ask for help... But you know that you can, right? If there is anything I can ever do, just name it. Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually. Frederick: And that is? Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater... Frederick: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does. Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater... Frederick: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food... Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

PMing the original claimer is probably the best thing to do.

Lakche (FE4) has a Warrior and Great Knight on her team, which references Johalva and Johan. Skasha (FE4) has another Myrmidon which refers to Lakche.

Just beat the game, more supports coming in soon. Also, I paired Chrom with Olivia, so I have access to all of their supports now.

My final Gen 1 romantic support is here! [spoiler=Miriel/Henry C support] Miriel: Many thanks for your fortuitous assistance the other day. Henry: Nya ha ha! No problem! But talk about your strange days! When I saw that big snake on your hat, I thought he was a pet. Miriel: The shade under the tree was pleasant, and my book terribly absorbing. Therefore, I failed to notice when the creature undulated down to my position. Henry: Good thing I came along when I did, or he'd have chomped your face but good. Miriel: An ophisian of that size is not capable of "chomping a face." However, I am curious how you managed to dispatch the creature. You did not clasp it in your hand, nor cast any spell I could fathom. Henry: It was a curse. If I'd used a tome spell, you'd have been in the line of fire, too. Miriel: A curse? Ah, yes. Dark thaumaturgy not based on this world's elemental forms. I would like to study this skillset further, if I may. Henry: Why? Do you have someone you want to curse? Miriel: I'm interested in how such hexes are conjured and the theory behind them. Henry: You always have to know exactly how things work, huh? Want a demonstration? I could turn Avatar into a toad or something. Miriel: No. The experiment is not of such import that our comrades need be imperiled. Henry: But it wouldn't be forever! Just a few days at the most. Miriel: If we were suddenly called to battle, a toad tactician would be most disadvantageous. Henry: Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Well, maybe I could cast a different kind of hex. Miriel: So long as the risk is within acceptable parameters. [spoiler=Miriel/Henry B support] Henry: I'm sorry, Miriel. But I can't show you any more curses. Miriel: How disappointing. My research is nearly ready for peer review. Henry: Yeah, well, Avatar got mad at me. He said I'm not allowed to randomly curse people anymore. Pfft. Miriel: Fortunately, I've already collected enough data to posit a tentative theory of hexing. Henry: You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come up with ONE theory about them. Miriel: Hex casting is the art of unleashing magic through a series of movements. It is the ritual that grants efficacy, rather than tomes or staves. Henry: Well, yeah, sure. I just never thought it was all that exciting. Miriel: Even more fascinating is the extent of your own thaumaturgic energy. If my calculations are correct, you are able to release huge quantities of magical force. Henry: Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse! Miriel: I am not privy to the location of this "mage camp." And when exactly did this catastrophe take place? Henry: Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could have happened. Miriel: In any case, I am most anxious to investigate the extent of your powers. Will you permit me to carry out additional tests and observations? Henry: Sure! You can watch me in action for as long as you like. [spoiler=Miriel/Henry A support] Henry: *Sigh* Aw, dang it. Failed again! This is harder than I thought. Miriel: You seem vexed, Henry. Is something amiss? Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago? I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her carry her wares. Miriel: I am told perturiency can indeed be a most trying experience. Henry: Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids right out of thin air! Miriel: Fascinating. Henry: So if the curse is going to work, I need a ritual that can generate new life force. But I can't find even one. Who knew it would be so hard, when killing is so easy? Miriel: The process of creating life is imbued with mystery and wonder. Many wise sages have tried to fathom the secret without success. Henry: Gosh. If you and the old wise men don't know how it's done, what hope do I have? Miriel: I would say the odds are remote indeed. Still, with so much as yet unknown, it may prove an intriguing field of study. Henry: Say, if you're as curious as me, why don't we study it together? Miriel: A most meritorious suggestion. [spoiler=Miriel/Henry S support] Henry: Hello, Miriel. How's your research into the whole life-creation thing coming along? Miriel: Poorly. It appears this is one mystery that will not easily surrender its secrets. Henry: Yeah, I haven't had much luck myself. Except for one idea... Miriel: Please, enlighten me. Henry: Chrom married a woman and had a child, right? So I was thinking you and me could marry and... you know, see what happens. Miriel: Fascinating... By experiencing the creation of life firsthand, we might learn to replicate it. That kind of immersion research could lend itself to a substantial breakthrough. But are you willing to engage in such a long-term endeavor? Henry: Sure! I think you're the bee's knees! Miriel: I find that term difficult to quantify. Henry: Well, how's this? I'm completely smitten with you. Research or not, I know I want to spend my life with you. So how about it? Do you feel the same way? Miriel: I have noticed clammy skin and increased heart palpitations in your presence of life. Henry: That sounds like a yes to me! ...Oh, and here. Take this. Miriel: Ah, A ring. Henry: If you wear it, it means we're promised to each other forever and ever! Miriel: ...Fascinating. The palpitations have returned. Henry: Well, if you're happy, then I'm thrilled! And even if our experiment with creating life doesn't pan out, I'm okay with that. Miriel: I see no reason to abandon the research because of an espousal. This will be the final support that I'll transcribe until after I beat the game, getting pretty tired of Champions of Yore 1. Might end up doing Fredercik/Henry before I finish the game but only if I recruit Kjelle before beating the game.

Radiant Dawn!: Recruit Owain Ancient History: Pick up a weapon from long ago... Legendary!: Receive a holy weapon of Arkaneia. The Crusades: Receive a holy weapon of Jugdral. The Scouring: Receive a holy weapon of Elibe/Magvel Weapon of a Hero: Receive the holy blade: Ragnell of Tellius Mad King's War: Have Gangrel fight Ashnard either through Spotpass or DLC Conqueror's Clash: Have Walhart fight Zephiel or Hardin either through Spotpass or DLC Hey, I just met you and this is crazy: Have Chrom marry Olivia

After getting permission from our friend above, I'll share with you guys: [spoiler=Panne/Vaike C support] Vaike: Panne! Ya got a sec? Panne: Leave me be, human. Vaike: Nope, sorry. Can't do it. We need to talk about your battle strategy. I don't like ya runnin' off and fightin' the enemy on your own. Panne: If you desire the glory of the kill, you will have to move faster. Vaike: This ain't about glory! When ya charge ahead like that, it puts us all in danger. We can't keep up, and then our formations start to break down. Panne: I'll not be told when and where to fight by ignorant man-spawn! If my fighting style troubles you, you should look the other way. Vaike: Pshaw! Not likely! Even if I wanted to, you're always in the thick of the action. Panne: Man-spawn usually find it easy to ignore the existence of a taguel. Vaike: Har! Like you beasts are any better. You wish all us humans would up and vanish, and ya don't mind sayin' so! Panne: Why, you--- Vaike: Aw, don't try to deny it! We both know it's true. Panne: Enough! If you wish me to follow like an obedient whelp, I shall oblige. It should prove amazing watching you blunder around the vanguard! Vaike: ...Well, that could`ve gone better. [spoiler=Panne/Vaike B support] Vaike: Hey, Panne. Panne: What now? Are you here to give me more unwanted battle orders? Don't worry man-spawn. I'm staying as close to you as a mother to its kit. Vaike: Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. Buuut... Maybe it'd be better if ya moved a little closer to the front lines. Fightin' at the rear ain't your style. Panne: First you order me to stay behind, and now you order me to advance? It's obvious your real desire is: you want us fighting shoulder to shoulder. I refuse. I don't trust you man-spawn one bit. This taguel fights alone. Vaike: All right, I admit it. Ya got me. But I think we make a good team, and I wanted to keep ya close. Panne: You humans are beyond trust. Vaike: Look. I ain't the smartest guy in the room, and I don't know much about taguel folk. But I know about YOU. You're brave and straightforward and honest, and I like that. I reckon ya got more honor than most humans I've known put together. But in the slum where I grew up, trust earned ya a blade in the back. So you're smart not to trust our lot. ...Leastwise that's how I see it. Panne: Then why would I trust YOU? Vaike: 'Cause there's a difference between trustin' a human and trustin' a friend. We Shephards all look after each other. ...Or ain't ya noticed? Panne: I had sensed a... fellowship. Almost like a pack. Vaike: Anyway, just think it over, Panne. I've done enough preachin' for one day. Panne: Such a strange man... [spoiler=Panne/Vaike A support] Panne: Vaike? Vaike: Hold on. YOU wanna talk to ME? Ain't that a kick in the teeth! But before ya start, I gotta apologize for all the blather the other day. Panne: No apology is necessary. For some reason, I... enjoy talking with you. But I enjoy fighting with you even more. I have learned much at your side. Vaike: Har! They don't call me Teach for nothin' And in truth, I appreciate the backup. Panne: You should be more careful about diving into the midst of the foe. Vaike: Har har! A tiger can't change his spots. Crazy Vaike, they used to call me! Panne: Heh... Vaike: Well slap my side and call me a drum. You CAN laugh! You should do it more often, ya know? It makes your whole face light up. Panne: Now you mock me! I know I must seem strange and... ugly in your eyes. Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Have you gone daft?! Taguel and humans both got beauty to spare! ...And maybe even a little ugly, too. Panne: How can you be so blind to the gulf that exists between our races? Vaike: I just see a woman who like to imagine walls where there ain't none. Human, taguel, pixie, or troll: if yer loyal and true, we can be friends. Panne: I wish I could believe that. [spoiler=Panne/Vaike S support] Vaike: Is it my imagination, or have we been seein' a lot of each other recently? Panne: It is not your imagination. Whenever I have the opportunity, I try to be by your side. I am... comfortable with you somehow. It is a most extraordinary feeling. Vaike: Ya actually like bein' with me? 'Cause I like havin' you around, too. Panne: You remember our last talk? How you made me... laugh? Vaike: Yeah, sure. Panne: That was the first time I'd laughed since the massacre when I lost my friends. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever laugh again. Vaike: Har har! You just stick with me! Ol' Teach is always good for a laugh. ...Aw, heck. I was meanin' to save this, but I suppose now's a s good a time as any. Panne: A... ring? This is for me? Vaike: Yeah, well, I was thinkin' that you and me might kinda sorta... you know, get married? I know it's forward as all heck, but I think you and me make a really good team. You can keep me outta trouble, and I can help ya be happy again! ...Maybe? Panne: You realize what you are saying, yes? A life with me will not be easy. Vaike: You're talkin' to Crazy Vaike, remember? There ain't nothin' I can't handle! Panne: Well, then... This Crazy Vaike sounds like a human I could trust. So yes, I accept your ring with all my heart. Thank you! And one of the ones I did claim: [spoiler=Cherche/Virion C support] Cherche: Virion? I've been searching for you. It's time for our training session. Cirion: Is it that hour already? Well then, prepare your sparring gear and--- Cherhce: Already done. I'm ready of you are. Virion: Ha ha! Of course you are! I always said you were my most dedicated vassal. Cherche: Your flattery's wasted on me. Virion: Flattery? Surely you know by now that gallant Virion always speaks from the heart! If I had not been so cruelly robbed of my domains, you would still--- Cherche: But you DID lose your lands, so there's no point discussing what might have been. This is reality, where we face each other on the training grounds as equals. Virion: Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place of late. You know that when my lands were stripped, your bonds of vassalage were ended, yes? You have no obligation to me, Cherche. No obligation to train me as you do. You are free to serve whomever you choose. Cherche: I am aware of that. But I never served you because of your land holdings. Virion: You didn't? Oh ho ho! Then was it, perchance, for love? Cherche: One more comment like that and I'll have Minerva eat you. Virion: *Gulp* My deepest apologies, milady! My lips are hereby sealed! [spoiler=Cherche/Virion B support] Virion: *Sigh* Cherche: Is something the matter? Virion: Ah, my sweet Cherche. As always you see directly into Virion's heart. You come upon me lovelorn and lonely, spurned by a fair lady with a sharp tongue. Cherche: Do you mean me? Oh goodness! It's not often someone calls me fair. But seriously, what troubles you? Are you still crestfallen about how Walhart so rudely seized your lands? Virion: Enough! That was a tragedy, and many of my people died. I'll not have you speak so lightly of it. Cherche: That was not my intent, Virion. I know that many suffered under Walhart's cruel heel. But I also know that, short of the dead, you have suffered more than any of us. Virion: Loyal Cherche, your kind words fill me heart with courage and hope! Could it be that you have fallen helplessly in love with your gallant Virion?! Cherche: Hah! Virion: Ah, sweet nostalgia. It's been so long since last heard that derisive snicker. Cherche: I do not jest, Virion. The deed has been done, and you could not have stopped it. It's time you looked to the future and stopped blaming yourself for the past. Virion: I do not think it would be so hard to forgive myself... Cherche: Behind your carefree facade, you've always been terribly uncompromising. But you must promise that you won't surrender to hoplessness and despair. Virion: Then I shall promise it, but only because you ask. But in return, you must promise me something, sweet Cherche. If the day comes when you must choose between loyalty to me or your own path... I want you to do whatever is best for you and give no though to me. Agreed? Cherche: Why, Virion, what a serious speech! But it's hardly necessary. I had no intention of taking you into account when making such choices. Virion: W-well, good. ...Yes, good. Exactly as I would have it. Though I suppose you could think about me a LITTLE bit! If you... wanted to. Cherche: Now, now. Don't give it another thought. ...I certainly won't. [spoiler=Cherche/Virion A support] Virion: I wish I knew what was heppening to our homeland right now. Cherche: The sooner we win this cursed war, the sooner we'll be able to find out. Virion: Tell me, Cherche, what do you intend to do when this war is over? Cherche: Return home and help rebuild the domains of House Virion. I assume your plan is much the same? Virion: Yes, of course. My domains shall have great need of me. Cherche: Are you sure you can handle going back? That broken landscape will have many painful memories carved into it. Virion: True. But it is also filled with many joyous memories as well. ...Many of which involve you. You'll scoff, but the happiest moments of my life have been spent in your company. Cherche: Come, Virion. You know I'm not one of your dizzy maids who falls for that flattery. Virion: Why is it that when I speak from the heart, no one believes me? Is this the price I must pay for my flippant yet debonair charm? Cherche: I think we just know each other too well to speak of such emotional matters. Virion: Hmm... Perhaps you are right. [spoiler=Cherche/Virion S support] Cherche: Time for you to go, Virion. Virion: Alas! Am I to be shooed away so soon? Cherche: You're practically nodding off. I don't want to sit here and listen to you snore. Virion: Yes, I'm afrais I haven't been sleeping well recently. My cot is cold, and I've no one to share it. Cherche: Have you tried seducing a lonely kitchen wench? Virion: Do you think I can find happiness with just any random lass? I have standards, dear! Cherche: There are as many maids as stars in the sky. There must be SOMEONE you like. Virion: Yes, and you know full well who it is. Cherche: Oh, Virion. We talked about this before. We're too close to each other. Virion: Yes, we are close. Closer perhaps than any two people have ever been! I can no longer imagine being without you than being without air or water! How can another woman be anything but a shadow of what you are to me? Cherche: Now you're just practicing lines for your next conquest. Virion: You, of all people, should know when I'm being sincere. Cherche: Yes. I suppose I do. Virion: And though I fear I know your answer, I have one final card to play. ...I have brought you something. Cherche: Is that what I think it is? Virion: If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes. It is indeed. Do you believe me now? Cherche: I suppose I must. Virion: Then what is your answer? Will you accept? Cherche: Heh. I think I have to. Who else would agree to be YOUR wife? I warn you though: once we tie the knot, your days of maids are over. Stray from me but once, and I'll have you to Minerva as a snack. Virion: Nothing will be further from my mind! ...Well, the maid part. I'm always quite concerned about your little pet. Cherche: Did you hear that, my sweet Minerva? You must ensure he keeps his promise. Virion: Er, can we please save the threats? This is meant to be a happy moment! Cherche: Just doing my due diligence, love!

Alright, this is pretty much the reason why I transcribed the supports that I planned on doing but didn't sign up in time to claim them. [spoiler=Sumia/Gaius C support] Sumia: Oh, there you are, Gaius! Gaius: Easy... Eeeeeeasy... Alllmost theeeere... Sumia: Gaius? Gaaaaaaius! HEY! GAIUS! Gaius: SHHHHH! Quiet down! Can't you see I'm busy here?! Sumia: Oh, sorry... Gaius: Aw, horse plop. It flew away. Sumia: Huh? What flew away? Hey, what are you doing, anyway? Gaius: I'm bee watching. Or at least, I was. Sumia: Oh, I didn't know you liked insects! Gaius: I don't. I was just trying to figure out where that little fellow lives. Sumia: You mean its hive? Ah-hah! NOW I get it! Gaius: ...What do you get? Sumia: You're looking for bee larvae! Gaius: Ugh, gross. No! Sumia: They're considered a great delicacy among fine society back at the capital. You know, I always suspected you had a sophisticated palate... Gaius: I have NO idea what you're blathering about, Stumbles. Sumia: Hey! You should let me help you find some bee larvae! I mean, since I scared your little bee friend away and all. Gaius: Uh... wow, look at the time! I gotta fly. Sumia: Oh. All right. But you MUST tell me when you go out again, all right? I insist! Bye, Gaius! Gaius: ...Bee larvae? Crivens, I'll never understand these fancy city folk. Welp, no honey for me today. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow... [spoiler=Sumia/Gaius B support] Gaius: Heh heh. There's bound to be a hive around here somewhere. Plus, this meadow of tall flowers should hide me from that oddball noblewoman... Sumia: Hey, Gaius! Gaius: Oh, come on! Really? Sumia: Hee hee. Isn't this field sooo pretty? Now, let me guess... You're here to hunt bee larvae, right? Ha ha! I KNEW it! In that case, I'm here to help! Gaius: Look, Stumbles, I don't want to be rude or anything, but I'd rather get help from- Sumia: What kind of flowers do flowers do bees like most? The little purple ones? Those are pretty! Gaius: Hey! Hello? I'm trying to insult you here! Sumia: Ooh ooh ooh oooh! Look, Gaius! A bee, a bee! Gaius: Huh? Wh-where?! Sumia: There! It's flying toward the forest beyond the meadow. Gaius: You're right. I'll bet a custard pie there's a beehive somewhere in those trees... Right, I'm going to check it out. You stay here and weave flower bracelets or--- Huh? Where'd she go? Sumia: Oh, Gaaaius! Yoo-hoo! I've found the beehive! Now, I just... *grunt* have to... *grunt* pull it off this branch... Gaius: What in the... Are you mad, woman?! You can't just go grabbing beehives! Sumia: EEEEK! Bees! Bees! Oh gods, they're everywhere! Gaius: I warned you, you daft--- Um, what are you doing? H-hey! Don't run TOWARD me! Sumia: Here's your beehive, Gaius---catch! Sorry, gotta run! See you later! Gaius: Good heavens, she's fast. But what am I supposed to do with--- Gah! BEES! Thousands of them! Aaaaaaaaaargh! [spoiler=Sumia/Gaius A support] Gaius: Ouch! Ow ow ow ow ow... I didn't know it was possible to get stung this much. ...And live, I mean. Sumia: Oh, I'm so sorry, Gaius. I can't help thinking that it was partly my fault. I mean, I'm the one who took the hive. Oh, and then gave it to you... Gaius: Don't worry about it, STumbles. I got what I was looking for. Sumia: The bee larvae? Gaius: No, not bee larvae! Who eats that, anyway? I wanted this sweet, sweet honey. Look at that golden, syrupy shine... Mmmmmm... Sumia: Oh. Well, I suppose honey is good. It's no bee larvae, but... Say, do you mind if I just try a little bit? Maybe just a quick tast---OW! Gaius: Your arm bothering you there? Here, lemme look. Sumia: *Sniff* I-if you insist... Gaius: Your elbow's swollen up like a turnip! Were you stung or something? Sumia: Y-yes, but... I didn't want to mention it because you had all those stings. And you seemed so happy about the honey, s-so I didn't want to spoil it... Gais: This kid's braver and more thoughtful than I realized... Sumia: Sorry, what was that? Gaius: Listen, Stumbles, do you like sweets? Cakes? Candies? That sort of thing? Sumia: Oh, of course! Especially the pretty ones. Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have this. Sumia: B-but, that's your honey! You worked so hard for it! Gaius: Hey, you saw the bee, found the hive, AND collected it. I just ran for my life. Seems to me this belongs to you as much as anyone. Sumia: Oh, Gaius... Gaius: You know, all this time I thought you were just another strange noble. But I was wrong. I'd be honored to call you a friend. Sumia: "My friend, Gaius..." Hee hee. It DOES have a pleasant ring to it, doesn't it? Oh, you know what we should do, now that we're friends? Collect more honey! Gaius: Er, no thanks. I think my honey-hunting days are done... [spoiler=Sumia/Gaius S support] Sumia: Hello, Gaius. Gaius: Sumia! Just the girl I wanted to see. I've got something for you. Sumia: Oh, isn't that funny? I have something for you, too. Gaius: You don't say? Sumia: I used that honey you gave me to bake a crowberry cake. It's the first time I've baked with honey, so if it tastes awful, just let me know. Gaius: You made me... cake? Out of honey...? That's the nicest thing anyone... Oh gods, it looks so gooood... Mmmmrrraaaaaggghhh... ...Er, yes. Right. Lemme just set the cake down for a second. Listen, Sumia. I neeed to tell you something. Sumia: Hee hee. That's so crazy! Because I have something to tell YOU! Gaius: Yeah, okay, that's great. But listen, before we get into that--- Sumia: I love you, Gaius! ...... Um, was that too sudden? Gaius: Uhhhhh... Sumia: I'm sorry! But ever since I realized it, I've been dying to tell you! Gaius: I wish you'd waited. Sumia: You... do? Gaius: Look, when we started this conversation, I told you I had something for you, right? Well, you kind of took the starch out of my muffin, but... here. Sumia: Oh my gosh, Gaius, it's a ring! Does this mean...? Gaius: I'm kind of in love with you, too, Sumia. And I thought maybe you might like to be my wife. In fact, I'll do all the cooking if you just keep making those cakes. Sumia: Oh, Gaius! YES! Er, but it actually took me 23 tries to get that last cake right. Gaius: It did? ...Well, never mind, then. I'll bake the cakes, too. Sumia: But we'll still be able to collect honey together, right?! Gaius: Er, you know what? You just sit back and let me take care of everything...

Whoops, I accidentally put it with the A support. One sec.

Time for my latest S support... [spoiler=Nowi/Libra C support] Nowi: Libra, give me a piggyback ride! Libra: Ah! Careful there, Nowi! I didn't see you coming. Nowi: Hey, what's this scar, Libra? Here on the back of your neck? Libra: Don't touch it! Nowi: Eep! S-sorry! Does it hurt? Libra: N-no, it doesn't hurt. Not there, anyway. The wound is long healed... Nowi: So why aren't I allowed to touch it? Libra: Because it might reopen a deeper wound that yet causes me pain. Nowi: Like... inside your neck? Libra: I'm speaking of a wound of the heart. Nowi: Ooooooooh! I get it! ...Wait, so your heart hurts? Why? Libra: When I was a child, I was raised far from the home of my parents. ...In truth, I was abandoned by them. Nowi: Oh no, that's terrible! Why would your mother and mather do that? Libra: Perhaps they hated me. Perhaps they had a better reason. I do not know. When they left me at that place, I began to howl most piteously. I clung to my mother so desperately I had to be forced off... Which is when I sustained the scar you see now. Nowi: *Sniff* That is so sad! Libra: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. And it's long in the past now. Nowi: Well, I don't care! I'm going to make you feel better! Libra: How will you do that? Nowi: Just like a cramp --- I'm going to rub your heart until the pain goes away! So, er... Where do you humans keep your hearts, anyway? Libra: I've spent years avoiding what lies within mine... I'm not entirely sure if I could find it again if I tried. Nowi: Okay, fine. Then I'll help. We'll find out where your heart is hiding and get rid of the pain together! [spoiler=Nowi/Libra B support] Nowi: How about here? Libra: Hee hee! S-stop it! M-my backbone is very... t-t-ticklish! Nowi: Dang! This is harder than I thought... How about here? Is this your heart? Libra: Ah ha ha! Now you're... t-tickling my ear! Nowi: How about here? Libra: Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! N-not my s-sides! P-please! Nowi: Libra, we won't get anywhere if you don't start taking this seriously! Libra: Hooo... I-I'm trying, Nowi. I just had no idea that i was so ticklish. Nowi: I'm just touching you! I'm hardly even moving my fingers! Libra: I suppose it's because I'm not used to it. I've spent so much of my life trying to avoid simple human contact. Now the slightest touch makes my nervous system go into convulsions. Nowi: But why do you avoid touching people? Don't you like hugs even? Libra: I suppose it's because I lost the ability to trust people and so... feared them instead. Nowi: Hmm. I can understand that. I mean, I was afraid of humans, too. Libra: But you aren't anymore? Nowi: Nope! Well, maybe a little bit. But not as much as before. I mean, I know there's lots of scary humans around, but there're lots of nice ones, too. Libra: I envy you. Fear still holds me in its grip, no matter how I try to overcome it. Nowi: Why don't I help you? For a start, I could introduce you to the nice people in camp. Libra: Well, I suppose I'm willing to try if you are... [spoiler=Nowi/Libra A support] Libra: Er, Nowi!? How much longer are we going to traipse through the camp? Nowi: There are still loads and loads of nice people you haven't met yet! Libra: Yes, but I'm worried we might be making a nuisance of ourselves. Nowi: Don't be silly! People love it when you visit their tents unannounced! Libra: I wonder. Nowi: Trust me! Plus, the faster we find that heart of yours, the faster you'll make friends. Libra: Yes, that would be wonderful. If it were to truly happen... Nowi: Okay, where next? ...Oh, right! We haven't visited the storehouse yet. Libra: The storehouse? Nowi: Yeah, it's almost supper time. People'll be running in and out fetching ingredients. Libra: You are much more familiar with the goings-on of the camp than I imagined. Nowi: You didn't know stuff like that? Libra: I'm afraid I've never paid much mind to how our meals are made. Nowi: So you just slurp up your rations without a single thought for the folk in the kitchens? Libra: To my shame, yes. I'm very selfish, aren't I? *Sigh* It appears I have a great deal more to learn from you than I realized! Nowi: From me, of all people? Gosh. Libra: Yes, you are quite remarkable. I'm lucky to have you as my teacher! Nowi: Hee hee! I liked being remarkable! [spoiler=Nowi/Libra S support] Nowi: Phew! I'm exhausted, Libra. Libra: Me, too. I had no idea it would take so long to meet everyone in camp. Nowi: I told you there were a lot of nice people! Libra: I'm ashamed I never realized it before. Thank you, Nowi. Nowi: Hee hee! I'm just glad you met everyone and liked them all! So, how about it? Have you found your heart yet? Libra: I'm not sure... Nowi: Will it still hurt if I touch your scar? Libra: ...I honestly don't know. Would you... care to try? Nowi: Sure. Here goes... Libra: ...... Nowi: Well? Libra: It's... slightly ticklish. Nowi: But it doesn't hurt anywhere? Libra: ...No. In fact, quite the opposite. It's like a... warm and tender feeling. Nowi: Where are you feeling it? Libra: Right here... in my chest. Nowi: The same place it used to hurt? Libra: Yes... Yes, exactly! Nowi: Well, then. I think we've found your heart! Libra: How remarkable. Nowi: Are you glad? Libra: Of course. I'm... overjoyed. Nowi: Hehe. That's good! 'Cause when your happy, I'm happy, too. Libra: Nowi, what would you say to us spending even more time together? Nowi: I'd say that would be amazingly awesome, that's what! I was going to ask you the same thing since the last few weeks have been such fun. Libra: In that case, perhaps you would do me an even greater honor? I'd like to give you this ring as proof of my love for you. Nowi: Oh, Libra... You mean, like... as your wife? Libra: Yes. I do believe that's exactly what I mean. Nowi: Of course I will! This is the happiest day of my life! Libra: If this fluttering in my chest is any indication, then it mine, too, Nowi. I also have Sumia/Gauis transcribed, but I'm not signed up for them either, lol...

I was working on it since I had planned on pairing them before and I a couple of my supports were taken when I mentioned that you missed all of mine except for Sully/Frederick and Lissa/Stahl. I thought that I was working on it, but forgot that I didn't need to transcribe it. In other news... [spoiler=Cordelia/Lon'qu C support] Cordelia: Lon'qu, we`re about to hold the war council. It`s time to return to camp. Lon'qu: Very well. ...Er, may I ask you something? Cordelia: Of course. Lon'qu: Why did you come to my assistance in our most recent battle? Cordelia: Well, you were beset by foes and looked as if you needed the help. Lon'qu: I see. You are not wrong in this. I would like to settle the debt quickly. Is there anything you need? Cordelia: It's hardly a debt, Lon'qu. We're on the same side. But I see you're serious, so let me see... I'd love to get some fencing lessons, but I suppose that's not possible. I mean, what with your crippling phobia of standing near women. Lon'qu: Er... Cordelia: By the way, does this pohobia mean you can't help me on the battlefiel, either? Lon'qu: No. In the heat of battle, I am able to overcome my... inclinations. Cordelia: Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to think you'd stand there while some brigand ram me through. Lon'qu: If you ever require assistance, you need only say the word. Cordelia: I'll keep that in mind! [spoiler=Cordelia/Lon'qu B support] Lon'qu: What has happened to my oaken practice sword? Cordelia: Oh, I replaced the blade. The old one had a split in it. Lon'qu: How diligent of you. Cordelia: No one had checked the training equipment since the start of this campaign. I took it upon myself to sort though the wooden blades, shields, and dummies. Lon'qu: I see. Cordelia: Er, Lon'qu? Did you know that sweat is puring down your face? Lon'qu: Yes, of course. I was just finishing my leg strengthening drills. Cordelia: Well, it's good timing, because I have a fresh pile of towels from the laundry. I'll leave one here for you. Lon'qu: ...... Cordelia: Right then! To the sound of thunderous gratitude, I'll go and prepare supper. You like cabbage stew, don't you? Lon'qu: It is my favorite dish. Are you the one who keeps preparing it at every meal? Cordelia: Oh, so you DID notice! Yes, that's me. I like to keep morale up by serving little treats now and then. Anyway, see you at supper! Lon'qu: You help people even when they don't know it? ...Wait. Let someone else cook tonight. It's time for your first fencing lesson. Cordelia: Er, what about the whole pathological fear of women thing? Lon'qu: I shall instruct you from a distance. Now tell me what you wish to learn. Cordelia: Why, that's downright gentlemanly of you. Note: In game Cordelia says to go though the equipment, not go through the equipment, I'm aware of the typo, but it's not a mistake on my part. [spoiler=Cordelia/Lon'qu A support] Cordelia: Hmm? Someone tidied up all the practice equipment. Also the laundry's been brought in, and supper is on the boil. What manner of witchcraft is this?! Lon'qu: I did these things. Cordelia: You?! Lon'qu: Yes. I discovered a problem during our fencing lesson. You are too worried about everything else going on in this camp. This means you are incapable of the proper focus required for fencing. I have removed the distractions so that you might concentrate properly. Cordelia: Oh, er. Right. I see. Lon'qu: Ungh... Cordelia: Lon'qu? What's happening? What are you doing? You just went pale! Lon'qu: I am steeling myself for our next session. It's a complicated procedure that cannot be shouted from a distance. I must... approach you... and hold your arm... to show you how... to perform the action... Cordelia: Gracious, Lon'qu! If it's so stressful, we can skip the lesson. Lon'qu: N-no! I owe you... a debt... Just... watch well. I don't want... to do this again. Cordelia: You have my undivided attention! [spoiler=Cordelia/Lon'qu S support] Cordelia: Hi-yah! Gwaah! Lon'qu: Interesting. You adapted my moves and wrought them into something new. The result is a new fencing art entirely of your own devising Cordelia: It's going to be incredibly useful in the battles to come. And I couldn't have done it without your help, Lon'qu. Lon'qu: ...... Who do you intend to protect with this new skill of yours? Cordelia: Why, my comrades, of course. Everyone in this army. Lon'qu: You lie. I have watched you in battle. You have eyes for only one man. You are in love with Chrom. Cordelia: I did love him, once. For the longest time... Lon'qu: You speak as if that was in the past. Has your heart changed? Cordelia: Actually, yes. It has. Now you tell me something, Lon'qu. Why do you care about my heart? Lon'qu: Er... Cordelia: No, wait. I'm not finished yet. You've given me help and fencing lessons under the guise of repaying a debt. But I told you you owed me nothing. So what is the real reason? Lon'qu: That was the reason. ...At least in the beginning. Cordelia: You overcame your phobia of me while performing countless menial chores... I would know your reason for this, sir. Lon'qu: I am not a man who... expresses himself well with words. Perhaps this gift will tell you what you want to know. Cordelia: Let me see--- Ah, a ring! Oh, and what a nice big stone! So many carats... Wow... Lon'qu: Put that loupe away! If you don't want the ring, discard it and we will speak no more of this. Cordelia: I don't want to throw it away, Lon'qu! I want to WEAR it. Lon'qu: You do? Then...? Cordelia: Yes, Lon'qu. I've fallen in love with you as well. And I'd be happy to marry you. Lon'qu: Even in my wildest dreams I dared not hope that you'd say yes. Cordelia: Heh. Yes, and you're stuck with me now, I fear. But don't worry. I think we're going to be very happy together!

I have transcribed the complete support for Panne/Vaike. I don't have it claimed in the OP, so I'm wondering if I can post it.

And what seemed like forever for me, I present... [spoiler=Lissa/Stahl C support] Stahl: Ah, that's MUCH better! Lissa: Well, there's nothing a good healing staff can't fix! Stahl: I'm sorry to have you use it for a simple stomachache. I thought I had more tonic in my bag, but every flask was empty. Lissa: That's because you're always giving it to other people! By the way, what cause your tummy rumble in the first place? Stahl: Stress! Lots and lots of stress! ...I'm searching for a special item, you see. And every time we arrive in a town, I think, "This is it! It must be here!" But I always end up disappointed. Lissa: Oooo! Sounds spicy! So what's the secret item, huh? Tell me, tell me! Stahl: Wing scales from a rare giant butterfly. My brother wants them for a concoction. They're impossible to find in Ylisse, so he hoped I could buy some on our journey. I go to the market in every town we visit, but not a single merchant has had them. Lissa: Aw, I see... Not quite as exciting as I was expecting... And I can't believe your dumb brother gave you errands in the middle of a war! Stahl: I admit, his timing could have been better. Lissa: You risk your life every day! You can't waste energy chasing butterfly whatevers! Stahl: Heh, well, he IS my brother. How could i say no? Lissa: *Sigh* You're far too nice to people, Stahl. You let them push you around. Oh, fine. I guess I'll try to help. What's the name of this stupid butterfly? Stahl: Oh, gracious, no! I couldn't possibly involve you in this fool's errand! Lissa: It's not for you! I just don't want to wast any more cures on your silly stomach! The sooner you find the scales, the sooner I can worry about REAL problems! Stahl: Well, if you really want to help... Lissa: You just stand there smiling. Lissa is on the case! [spoiler=Lissa/Stahl B Support] Stahl: The butterfly scales! At last! Oh, many thanks for your help, Lissa! Lissa: Hey, no sweat. I had a little shopping errand of my own to do anyway. My brother wanted me to buy perdume for someone, but he wouldn't tell me who. He just said to buy something I liked, which isn't really much of a clue. He's so dense sometimes! I mean, what if his special lady friend has different tastes?! Stahl: I don't suppose it matters so much, does it? It's the thought that counts after all. Besides, it's hard for a man to buy perfume on his own. I know from experience! Lissa: There you go again, giving people the benefit of the doubt. Don't you think it's super annoying how both our brothers treat us like servants? I mean, here we both are running from market to market buying stuff for 'em! Stahl: Heh! You have a point. Lissa: Of course I do! ...And I don't mind so much, but it's super unfair for you. You're always helping other people, and you never get anything in return. Stahl: Oh, but I do! I enjoy helping people and making things a little easier for them. As long as someone actually acknowledges my efforts now and then, that's enough. Lissa: Aw, you are SUCH a sweetie! In that case, I'll watch you like a hawk and make sure no good deed goes unseen! Stahl: Well in THAT case, I'll have to be sure I give you something to see! [spoiler=Lissa/Stahl A support] Stahl: ...... Lissa: What are you reading, Stahl? Stahl: A letter from my brother. He's thanking me for the butterfly scales I sent. Lissa: Ye gods, what dreadful penmanship! It's nothing at all like yours. Stahl: Heh. My brother is a rugged, no-nonsense sort. He doesn't much care for calligraphy. But look here! He sent along more of his secret stomach tonic. This new recipe uses the butterfly scales. It's twice as effective as before! Lissa: So the errand he sent you on was actually for your benefit? Stahl: Apparently so! It's a good reminder---brothers don't always say and do the right thing... But in the end, or when it matter, they always have our interests in mind. Lissa: Pffft! Not MY brother! I doubt he ever thinks of me at all! Unless it's to tell me that I'm childish and I should learn to grow up or whatever. He's too busy running a country and a war to worry about his little sister... Stahl: I assure you, that is not the case! At all! Chrom cares for you very much. And who can blame him? If I had a charming sister like you, I'd never leave your side! Lissa: Y-you think I'm charming? Stahl: Of course! ...Er, is that strange? Lissa: I'm... I'm just not used to accepting praise from such a... fine gentleman, is all. Thanks, Stahl. You made my day! Stahl: Heh, well, I only spoke the truth. [spoiler=Lissa/Stahl S support] Lissa: Er, Stahl? Look what Chrom gave me. Stahl: Isn't that the perfume he had you buy? Lissa: He felt bad about missing my birthday, so he wanted to get something I really liked. Apparently I mentioned wanting a new perfume, and so... Stahl: He sent you to buy your favorite kind. Ha! I told you brothers always pull through! Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, he really is the best brother a girl could have. Stahl: Seeing you in such a happy mood, perhaps I should seize the opportunity... Lissa: Opportunity? For what? Stahl: Lissa, I have a confession to make. Lissa: Ooh, a confession?! Scandalous! Okay, dish. Give me all the juicy details... Stahl: I love you. Lissa: ...What?! Stahl: I know you're royalty, and I never felt I was worthy to court you. So I kept my feelings bottled up until I no longer had the strength to hide them... Th-that's why I decided to buy you this ring. Lissa: ...... Oh, Stahl, yes! Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you! I've loved you forever! Stahl: Truly?! Lissa: YES, you ninny! Here, let's see that ring. Stahl: ...Ah, it fits you perfectly! Lissa: Hee hee! It totally does, huh? I'm so glad you finally unbottled those feelings, tee hee! Stahl: It's like a weight off my shoulders! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news... Lissa: Oh, right! And I gotta tell Chrom! ...Oh, hey! You and him are gonna be brothers now! That's so weird. Stahl: Heh, and so wonderful. Just like you Lissa. Now I can have Stahl pair up with somebody useful, unless I bench him like Lissa.

Transcribing that support left me with a content look on my face, so glad I did that one for everyone to see.