Kjelle/Supports

C Support

 * Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
 * Chrom: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
 * Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
 * Chrom: 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—
 * Chrom: B-breakfast...
 * Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
 * Chrom: 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... Save yourself...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Chrom: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
 * Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
 * Chrom: ...What?
 * Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
 * Chrom: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
 * Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 * Chrom: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...l

B Support

 * Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
 * Chrom: 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.
 * Chrom: 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!
 * Chrom: 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!
 * Chrom: ...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.
 * Chrom: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
 * Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
 * Chrom: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire breakfasts. 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.

A Support

 * Chrom: The soup smells great, honey! 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!
 * Chrom: 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?
 * Chrom: Yes, I guess we do...
 * Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
 * Chrom: 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.
 * Chrom: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
 * Chrom: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
 * Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
 * Chrom: Yes, what is it?
 * Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
 * Chrom: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
 * Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
 * Chrom: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
 * Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

C Support

 * Kjelle: Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows of fearsome visors... Ah, I never get tired of this sight.
 * Avatar: Kjelle? What are you doing here?
 * Kjelle: Ah, Avatar. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you think it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?
 * Avatar: I don't know that I ever thought about it... Armor is and interest of yours, I take it?
 * Kjelle: An interest? To say the least! In truth, I absolutely ADORE armor! It's both battlefield tool and work of art... It grants a warrior might and majesty. It's one of the main reasons why I became a knight, in fact.
 * Avatar: I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of plate. Especially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.
 * Kjelle: Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my passion.
 * Avatar: Er, yes, well... Perhaps not to the same degree.
 * Kjelle: I could help with that. I could tell you everything I know about armor. I could deepen your knowledge and help fuel the fires of your passion!
 * Avatar: Oh. Yes, that's...very kind of you. Perhaps when we have more time.
 * Kjelle: Agreed then! Next chance we get, I'll treat you to my five-part lecture on chain mail. This is serious business, Avatar. Just remember: you requested it!
 * (Kjelle leaves)
 * Avatar: ...Did I?

B Support

 * Kjelle: Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!
 * Avatar: (Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.
 * Kjelle: Ready for my discourse on armor?
 * Avatar: Oh, right. See, the thing about that is... Well, to be completely honest... Look, I won't ever be as passionate as you about armor. I just won't. And I feel like I'd just be letting you down, so maybe it's best if we—
 * Kjelle: Nonsense! Give me enough time, and I guarantee to ignite your love for armor. If not as works of art, then as valuable equipment that keeps your soldiers safe. You're interested in being the best tactician you can be, right? Because if so, it's essential that you learn as much as you can about protective gear.
 * Avatar: Er, well, yes. I suppose that is...a point.
 * Kjelle: No need to thank me, truly. What are friends for? And there're no better friends than those united in a common love of helm and shield!
 * Avatar: I...can so hardly wait.
 * Kjelle: Then let's begin! *ahem* I should probably start by listing all the things one can enjoy about armor. First, the smell: a wonderful bouquet of tangy metal and warm, rich leather.
 * Avatar: See, you've lost me already, Kjelle. I think armor smells terrible. It's sweaty and gross, especially after we've been fighting for weeks.
 * Kjelle: Oh, Avatar, Avatar... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to mask your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!
 * Avatar: ...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.
 * Kjelle: Moving on, then! What's next... Ah, yes! The sound of armor! Don't you just love it? CLINK-CLANK! CLINK-CLANK! *siiiiiigh* I could listen to it all day...
 * Avatar: (...My instinct was to run when I saw her coming. Why didn't I run?!) (*Sigh* Nothing for it now but to just stand here politely until she's done...)

A Support

 * Kjelle: Ah, there you are, Avatar. Are you ready for our next discussion on how to properly enjoy armor?
 * Avatar: Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!
 * Kjelle: Obsessed? Me?
 * Avatar: Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just...hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...
 * Kjelle: No, no. It's fine. I get it, Avatar. I'm boring you, aren't I? I start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate the very sight of me.
 * Avatar: What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I...I enjoy your company very much. And I don't hate armor either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?
 * Kjelle: *Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Avatar? ...It's because armor was my only friend.
 * Avatar: I don't understand...?
 * Kjelle: In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. It was constant. It never deserted me.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Kjelle: It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. Do you see now? Armor isn't just my gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.
 * Avatar: But that was then...Now you have something better you can rely on.
 * Kjelle: ...Better armor, you mean?
 * Avatar: No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can possibly harm you.
 * Kjelle: You make a convincing case, Avatar. But I don't simply want to protected—I want to protect my comrades in turn!
 * Avatar: No one asked any less of you, because we all feel the same. We all watch out for each other.
 * Kjelle: Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!

C Support

 * Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.
 * Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!
 * Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.
 * Kjelle: I learned from my mother.
 * Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head around all this time-travel business!
 * Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I suppose.
 * Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves. Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...
 * Kjelle: What's that?
 * Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I would've taught you better.
 * Kjelle: But you never taught me to ride.
 * Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?
 * Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I lacked it. You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself. ...Poorly.
 * Sully: Huh.
 * Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.
 * Sully: Oh? My chance for what?
 * Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already know.
 * Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even HAD you yet!
 * Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?
 * Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into the regimen.
 * Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.

B Support

 * Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.
 * Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe just a little?
 * Sully: ...What do you think?
 * Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.
 * Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.
 * Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.
 * Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...
 * Kjelle: How your own daughter could be such a poor rider?
 * Sully: No, not that. The fact that future me told you anything different than what I just told you myself.
 * Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?
 * Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say you lacked it?
 * Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same thing.
 * Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...
 * Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?
 * Sully: I'm not damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.
 * Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!
 * Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...

A Support

 * Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: Did you need me, Mother?
 * Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the future.
 * Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?
 * Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around a battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to fight.
 * Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.
 * Sully: Because I'm your mother.
 * Kjelle: What?
 * Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.
 * Kjelle: But...you're teaching me now.
 * Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the whole maternal thing to sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I acted like I was training a peer more than raising my daughter. ...Make sense?
 * Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?
 * Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot more...motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming from. I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I was gone.
 * Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't always be there to protect me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared about me.
 * Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well go ask future me about it, right?
 * Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while it lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's not meant to be.
 * Sully: Now just a damn minute—who said anything about giving up?
 * Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you stopped teaching me?
 * Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.
 * Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?
 * Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er, whatever! And given we're both so young and fit, there's no excuse not to train hard! Hope you're ready to sweat...
 * Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?
 * Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!
 * Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!

C Support

 * Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
 * Virion: Ah, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
 * Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
 * Virion: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my innards...
 * Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
 * Virion: B-breakfast...
 * Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
 * Virion: 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... Save yourself...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Virion: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
 * Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
 * Virion: ...Come again?
 * Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
 * Virion: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
 * Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 * Virion: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

 * Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
 * Virion: 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.
 * Virion: 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!
 * Virion: Yes, it was hardly our most shining moment... 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!
 * Virion: ...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.
 * Virion: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
 * Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
 * Virion: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, 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.

A Support

 * Virion: The soup has such an...elegant aroma! Nicely done, dear. 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!
 * Virion: 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?
 * Virion: Yes, I suppose we do...
 * Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
 * Virion: 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.
 * Virion: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
 * Virion: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
 * Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
 * Virion: Do tell.
 * Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
 * Virion: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
 * Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
 * Virion: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
 * Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

C Support

 * Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
 * Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
 * Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
 * Stahl: 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—
 * Stahl: B-breakfast...
 * Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
 * Stahl: 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... Save yourself...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
 * Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
 * Stahl: ...What?
 * Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
 * Stahl: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
 * Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 * Stahl: W-wait, Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

 * Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
 * Stahl: 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 large share of the fighting.
 * Stahl: 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!
 * Stahl: 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!
 * Stahl: ...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.
 * Stahl: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
 * Kjelle: I still remember the sound...the horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
 * Stahl: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, 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.

A Support

 * Stahl: The soup smells great, honey! 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!
 * Stahl: 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?
 * Stahl: Yes, I guess we do...
 * Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
 * Stahl: 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.
 * Stahl: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
 * Stahl: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
 * Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
 * Stahl: Yes, what is it?
 * Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
 * Stahl: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
 * Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
 * Stahl: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
 * Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

C Support

 * Owain: Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: What do you want, Owain?
 * Owain: Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fate and our unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious deeds for good!
 * Kjelle: Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm going to go.
 * Owain: Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling into it! I know you hate men, but would it kill you to show a little effort?
 * Kjelle: I don't hate men. I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into, coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and...posturing.
 * Owain: Which is why I'm speaking normally right now.
 * Kjelle: And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away.
 * Owain: What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun.
 * Kjelle: I can take care of my own things.
 * Owain: Fine then! Just...fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be insulted!
 * (Owain leaves)
 * Kjelle: ......

B Support

 * Owain: You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon black!
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Owain: Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?
 * Kjelle: I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you want to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!
 * Owain: Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally.
 * Kjelle: I'd prefer if you didn't speak at—
 * Owain: Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?
 * Kjelle: ...Why?
 * Owain: Lemme give you a hand!
 * Kjelle: Please don't.
 * Owain: Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c—
 * Kjelle: *Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere.
 * Owain: Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great.
 * Kjelle: Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these...talents of yours.
 * Owain: Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be!

A Support

 * Owain: Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with impressive mobility.
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Owain: This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but lacks any real stopping power.
 * Kjelle: Do you really need to narrate?
 * Owain: It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind while working on it.
 * Kjelle: I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head.
 * Owain: Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war. Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine will!
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Kjelle disappears
 * Owain: Take this breastplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you beholding? Kjelle? ...Hey, where'd you go?! She just...disappeared... That's...kind of amazing.
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Owain: Gah! What dark sorcery is this?! A lone knight's armor moves of it's own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor!
 * Kjelle: It just never ends with you, does it?
 * Owain: Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith!
 * Kjelle: It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say "A ghost ate Kjelle," I'm going to stab you in the eye.
 * Owain: Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit...comfortable? It hides you completely.
 * Kjelle: I'm trying to block out the noise.
 * Owain: Am I...that much of a bother?
 * Kjelle: ...Also, this was the suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put it back on from time to time. It...calms me.
 * Owain: Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a name!
 * Kjelle reappears
 * Kjelle: No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone but you!
 * Owain: Hey! ...Wh-why not?
 * Kjelle: Because I said so! Now get sorting!
 * Owain: Yes, ma'am...

S Support

 * Owain: Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh... Should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! Hold her close, armor. Smother her with all your shiny, steely, plated goodness. Tell her all the things that I dare not. Tell her how much I...love her.
 * Kjelle: You what?!
 * Owain: K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that... Aaaaaaah!
 * Kjelle: ...I'm here. In my armor.
 * Owain: But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out doing all the work?!
 * Kjelle appears
 * Kjelle: I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to watch you.
 * Owain: Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take armor and weapons very seriously, thank you.
 * Kjelle: Oh, will you forget about the blasted armor for one second? ...Go back to the part where you said you loved me.
 * Owain: Argh! Y-you hear that?!
 * Kjelle: ...Yes. So?
 * Owain: Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some point! Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with.
 * Kjelle: Why would I stab the man who loves me?
 * Owain: Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or something.
 * Kjelle: I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently.
 * Owain: So, um, does that mean you'll...
 * Kjelle: I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it.
 * Owain: My steel is yours, Kjelle! By mt twitching sword hand, I swear to protect you for all time!
 * Kjelle: How about we just protect each other?

C Support

 * Kjelle: Hya! Grah! Hiyaaah!
 * Inigo: How goes the training, Kjelle? Your form is as lovely as ever. ...If you know what I mean.
 * Kjelle: *Huff, huff...* What do you want, Inigo?
 * Inigo: You could use a break from training. What say you and me go have some fun?!
 * Kjelle: I'm afraid to ask what your idea of fun entails.
 * Inigo: Madam, you wound me! A chaste cup of tea was all I had in mind. Perhaps some cake. Eating sweets is a proven pick-me-up, and you owe it to your exhausted body!
 * Kjelle: Pass. Now if you're done talking, I have a training regimen to get back to. ...As should you.
 * Inigo: Ouch! That hurts. All work and no play makes Kjelle a dull...um...Kjelle. If you don't blow off steam every once in a while, you'll explode!
 * Kjelle: Training isn't stressful. It's fun. ...Listening to you is stressful.
 * Inigo: Oh, come on! It'll be a blast! I'll even let you pick out the cake. My favorite is lemon with chocolate frosting, but you can get—
 * Kjelle: Go. Away. Now.
 * Inigo: Fine. Fiiiiiine! I'll just go eat cake by myself, then. But I'll be back tomorrow! Just you wait!
 * (Inigo leaves)
 * Kjelle: ...I wonder if Chrom would mind if I stabbed him?

B Support

 * Inigo: Heeey, Kjelle! Ready to go? I've got the whole day planned!
 * Kjelle: My day is already planned. I'm training. Now go away.
 * Inigo: Sorry, no can do! Persistence is my greatest strength, you know.
 * Kjelle: It's pronounced "tragic flaw."
 * Inigo: Ah ha! I see your wit is as sharp as a tack!
 * Kjelle: That wasn't a joke.
 * Inigo: One day, my sweet, my ceaseless dedication will win you over.
 * Kjelle: ...You really are unbelievable.
 * Inigo: Are you all right? You look tired. Can I get you something? Perhaps a slice of cherry cake with those little frosting flowers would—
 * Kjelle: Oh, for the love of— FINE! Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I'll go out with you on one condition.
 * Inigo: Ooh, progress! ...What's the condition?
 * Kjelle: You have to fight me for it. Land one blow past my guard, and you can take me to whatever cake shop you like. I'll even let you pick the weapon.
 * Inigo: Er... Um... Right. But you see, that's not really...fair. You're the strongest person I know... And that's including Chrom!
 * Kjelle: Okay, then. Get lost.
 * Inigo: N-no, wait! I'll do it! I'll fight you! I told you that persistence is my greatest strength! Although right now I wish strength was my greatest strength... Anyway, the sword was my first love, so let us do battle with that!
 * Kjelle: Sure. It's your funeral.
 * Inigo: *Gulp!* I mean...um... Ha ha! Don't be surprised when I dance circles around you!
 * Kjelle: Anytime, twinkle toes. I've been waiting for a chance to pound you into dust. This is going to be fun. ...Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha! AAAH HA HA HA!
 * Inigo: Eep! Kjelle, I d-didn't know you had an evil side! W-well at least you seem to be enjoying yourself for a change... Ha ha...ha?

A Support

 * Inigo: I hope you're ready, Kjelle! Today's the day. I can feel it!
 * Kjelle: What, again? How many times does this make?
 * Inigo: To be honest, I've lost track. ...Ten? A dozen, maybe?
 * Kjelle: I stopped counting at thirty. A normal person would've given up by now.
 * Inigo: Aw, thanks, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: That wasn't a compliment! Why are you still here? What motivation could possibly drive you this far? It's truly baffling. And a little scary.
 * Inigo: I want to go out with you! That's all. I think it'd be fun. I know I'd have fun, and I want you to have fun, too. Maybe you'd even smile once in a while.
 * Kjelle: ...That's it?
 * Inigo: Isn't that what I said from the beginning? What other reason would there be?
 * Kjelle: Avenging your pride? Honing your skills? Dementia?! There must be SOMETHING! No one would suffer this many thrashings for a date!
 * Inigo: Um...I don't know what else to say. I guess a date with you is worth a few bruises. Besides, you always have a huge grin on your face when we're fighting. So it's kind of like we're on a date already! ...Except for the beatings.
 * Kjelle: Ugh. Forget I asked.
 * Inigo: Already forgotten! Now let's get down to business. ...En garde!
 * Kjelle: You're on, lover boy.

S Support

 * Kjelle: ......
 * Inigo: What's wrong? You look so serious.
 * Kjelle: No, I was just...thinking.
 * Inigo: You sure? You're not getting sick are you? Maybe we should put off today's match.
 * Kjelle: No, I'm fine. Really. And we don't need to fight a match today. ...You already got me.
 * Inigo: I'm confused. Because last time we fought, you almost broke my face.
 * Kjelle: No, Inigo. You broke something. ...The wall around my heart.
 * Inigo: I think I'd remember that. I pay pretty close attention to your...heart...area.
 * Kjelle: Gods, you're an idiot. It's a metaphor! It means your stupid persistence finally won out. And even though your sword didn't touch me, I count this as a win for you. So go on. You pick the spot and let's have some fun.
 * Inigo: You mean it?! Really?! Oh, wow, Kjelle, you will NOT regret this!
 * Kjelle: None of this makes any sense. I mean, it never did. You're such a huge flirt, I figured you'd take off when I shot you down. I even hit you in the face with a sword, but you just got up and kept trying. I guess in the end I found it kind of...charming.
 * Inigo: Now that you've learned that resistance is futile, can I ask one more favor?
 * Kjelle: Sure, why not?
 * Inigo: I, uh... I don't actually want just one date...
 * Kjelle: Well, aren't we confident!
 * Inigo: The more we fought, the more it became clear to me... I...I can't get enough of you! I want to spend every single day with you!
 * Kjelle: Every single...day?
 * Inigo: Well, you know. There might be the odd overseas mission or something. But otherwise, yes! Every single day! So...what do you think?
 * Kjelle: Have you been plotting this the whole time?
 * Inigo: You said it yourself—that's a lot of beatings to suffer for just one date.
 * Kjelle: I don't understand. Why me?
 * Inigo: I think it's your smile, honestly. After watching you grin like a maniac every time we fought, something just clicked. Now, this could be the head trauma talking. I won't rule it out. But I so enjoyed our time together and I... I think I love you.
 * Kjelle: Oh, wow... Um... I think... I mean, I might also...
 * Inigo: Yes?
 * Kjelle: Look I'm not good with...words. Let's just say I'm very happy right now. We've got a long life of fun and cake and head trauma ahead of us. Besides, if I turned you down, you'd never stop bothering me anyway.
 * Inigo: Hah! Gullibility as charged! I'm a lucky man, Kjelle. And I swear to protect you for as long as I live.
 * Kjelle: Your brain damage is worse than I thought. How about you just stay behind me? I'll make sure you get through this war in one piece.

C Support

 * Kjelle: Whew! I'm beat today...
 * Severa: Does tired equal sloppy in your world? Because your shirt is coming unbuttoned. And I know you're sweaty from combat or whatever, but oh my gosh. ...Ew.
 * Kjelle: Har! A little skin isn't going to kill anybody. Besides, this area's off limits to the men. And it's not like it's something you haven't seen before.
 * Severa: That doesn't mean I WANT to see it! Gods, would it kill you to act like a lady once in a while?
 * Kjelle: At least I'm enough of a lady to mind my manners and not stare!
 * Severa: I'm pointing this out for your own sake!
 * Kjelle: Hah! I've never cared about stuff like this, and you know it.
 * Severa: It's one thing for a child to be a tomboy, Kjelle, but you're a grown woman now! Augh! Now I can see your stomach! Really, have a little... Wow. Those are serious abs, Kjelle. I could do my laundry on them. No wonder you walk around with your shirt hanging off...
 * Kjelle: It's not "hanging off." I just untucked it! ...And why the sudden compliment anyway?
 * Severa: I...I don't know! It just kind of popped out of my mouth.
 * Kjelle: You don't have the hots for me or,something do you?
 * Severa: Hah! You couldn't handle me for an hour, and you know it! I'm just a little jealous is all. You're pretty, yet still so tough and strong.
 * Kjelle: Well, looking is free, I guess. Knock yourself out.
 * Severa: Gods, Kjelle! Seriously, could you try and not act like a boor for five minutes?
 * Kjelle: You compliment me left and right, and then you want me to be more modest? So what should I do? Flee in terror anytime a girl catches a glimpse of my belly?
 * Severa: That's the general idea, yes. A proper lady never shows skin above the ankles and below the neck. A proper lady understands that less is more!
 * Kjelle: ...Girls care about the dumbest things sometimes.
 * Severa: Hello? YOU'RE a girl!

B Support

 * Severa: Augh! Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: What'd I do now, Severa?
 * Severa: Don't just drop your old clothes on the floor when you undress!
 * Kjelle: What, are you worried someone's going to trip?
 * Severa: No! ...I mean, yes! ...I mean, that is so not the point of this conversation! We've spoken about this before, remember? Your utter lack of femininity and decorum? You're acting like a crusty old roustabout!
 * Kjelle: Being a roustabout is honest work. Without them, ships couldn't sail or—
 * Severa: That is so totally not the point of what I'm saying! ...It was a metaphor. I meant that you act and sound like a ruffian! A male ruffian! *Sigh* All right. I can see I'm going to have to step in here. Since you're apparently hopelessly ignorant of even basic beauty tips, I'll teach you. We'll begin with makeup. I trust you're at least familiar with the concept?
 * Kjelle: ...I've heard of it, yes.
 * Severa: Well then, today is your first lesson! Just come over here to my vanity... Now then! The first step is to build a nice foundation that can—
 * Kjelle: I'm not letting you put this pasty goop on my face, if that's what you're thinking.
 * Severa: Of course not. ...YOU'RE going to put it on your face! You'll never learn otherwise, right? Now come on! Chop-chop!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Severa: ...Wow. That was really, really horrific. Maybe a little demonstration would have been in order after all.
 * Kjelle: I'm just glad to finally have it all washed off my face! So, how'd I do? Your eyes kind of bugged out, so I'm guessing I did it wrong.
 * Severa: Makeup should accent and flatter the features, Kjelle. Not act as a disguise. You looked like you were preparing to rob the royal treasury.
 * Kjelle: Accent? Disguise? What's the difference? They both hide who you are.
 * Severa: No need to be hostile, dear. Let's set cosmetics aside for the time being. A woman's charm is the sum of a thousand tiny, yet deliberate, gestures. She does not run roughshod around the camp like an overburdened pack animal. She glides as she walks, using light and nimble steps!
 * Kjelle: Like, uh... This? *stomp* *tromp* *kerplunk*
 * Severa: No, no, no! Graceful, Kjelle! Graceful! Be like a peaceful forest stream! One step flows into the next! Arms, too, are easy and fluid! ...Unclench that fist! Eye contact is critical, but do not stare. A demure glance and smile are sufficient. Even brushing back your hair must be a conscious, calculated action. ...No! Not like that! TOSS the hair, Kjelle! Don't ruffle it like an old hound's scruff!
 * Kjelle: I'm never going to remember all of this.
 * Severa: You will if I make you! With proper training and patience, I'll make you a lady yet!
 * Kjelle: I'd rather you let me get back to training that actually matters. We're trying to win a war, not a damn beauty pageant!

A Support

 * Kjelle: Er... G-good afternoon, Severa. You're...looking well?
 * Severa: Better. Not great. ...Or good, really. But better. Now you need to focus on the delivery. In time, it will be fluid and natural. Still, I suppose I should thank the gods you've come even this far.
 * Kjelle: If it makes you feel better, I'm tripping less in those absurd shoes you gave me. Oh, and I combed my hair this morning. One hundred strokes exactly.
 * Severa: And it looks lovely!
 * Kjelle: There's just so much to remember... I'm always sure I'm forgetting something. I guess it's just good that I'm improving.
 * Severa: As you will continue to do, I'm sure! Plus you have the advantage of being naturally beautiful.
 * Kjelle: Well, um... Thanks, I guess. ......
 * Severa: What? Is there something on my hands? You keep staring.
 * Kjelle: Your fingers are so long and pretty. I don't know how I didn't notice before.
 * Severa: Kjelle! Now THAT is a very sweet and ladylike compliment! I'm so proud of you right now!
 * Kjelle: Does that mean I pass?
 * Severa: Pass? You're going to be valedictorian! I hereby name you a graduate of Severa's Finishing School for Warrior Ladies!
 * Kjelle: Heh heh. Warrior ladies. Oh, that's rich. That's... ...Uh-oh.
 * Severa: What is it?
 * Kjelle: I've been so focused on remembering what you taught me, I think I forgot other stuff! ...Oh, gods! I don't remember how to fight!
 * Severa: What?!
 * Kjelle: Ack! I'm trying, but nothing's coming back! It's all a big blank! Which end of a sword do you hold? It's the pointy end, right? ...OUCH! Dammit! Wrong end! I knew this girly stuff was a bad idea!
 * Severa: W-well, worry not, dear. I'm here to help. We'll enroll you in Severa's Combat Class for Lady Warriors next.
 * Kjelle: You'd better hope I've forgiven you by the time I graduate!
 * Severa: Just don't go and forget how to act like a lady this time! You'll thank me once this war is over and you're on the prowl for love!
 * Kjelle: Would you get started already? I can feel my muscles disappearing!

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.
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable!

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: Grrr...
 * 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 work 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 prejudice 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!

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!

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 awhile. 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 sworn 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? Grow strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect the 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?

C Support

 * Morgan: Is this another training day for you, Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: ...Every day is a training day.
 * Morgan: Man, that armor must weigh a ton! Can I help you carry anything?
 * Kjelle: To stay adaptable, I train with every kind of weapon and armor I can find. Sometimes all at once. ...So believe me, I'm fine.
 * Morgan: I guess that explains why you're so much stronger than other girls! ...Er, and guys. I'd barely be able to walk in all that!
 * Kjelle: This is nothing.
 * Morgan: Well, I think it's amazing! Hey, do you mind if I watch you go through your training routine?
 * Kjelle: Why?
 * Morgan: Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in camp So if you've got any tips for bulking up, I want to know about 'em!
 * Kjelle: You're not going to get stronger relying on other people. Figure this out yourself, Morgan.
 * Morgan: No, wait! I'm not asking you to teach me or anything I just want to...watch.
 * Kjelle: A knight's training isn't some puppet show. Now leave me be!
 * (Kjelle leaves)
 * Morgan: B-but, I didn't mean to... Oh man, it didn't seem like to much to ask...

B Support

 * Morgan: Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!
 * Kjelle: What do you want? I'm just about to start my training.
 * Morgan: Perfect! I came to observe.
 * Kjelle: What a short memory you have. I already told you I don't want you watching me.
 * Morgan: No, I remember! ...Although I'd be the last person to brag about their memory. But this time I'm not just here to watch. I came to assist you!
 * Kjelle: ...Assist me?
 * Morgan: Yup! I'll fetch your weapons and armor and bring you water when you're thirsty. I've even brought a stack of towels for when things get sweaty! This is gonna be fun!
 * Kjelle: Huh?!
 * Morgan: If there's anything I'm leaving out, just let me know. I'm here for you!
 * Kjelle: Yes, but WHY are you here? Why do you care this much?
 * Morgan: Er, because I want to watch a master at work, of course. Then I can incorporate what I learn here into my own training regimen. I realize now it was selfish to expect you to divulge your secrets for free. So I figure I can pay you back by being a training lackey! ...Or whatever you call it.
 * Kjelle: It's called a squire. ...And I will admit, you are persistent, at the very least.
 * Morgan: I'm not too strong and I'm not too smart, but I'm as eager as they come!
 * Kjelle: All right. We can try it. Do not lag behind!
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Morgan: Ooh, do we have time for one quick question before we get started?
 * Kjelle: Ugh, what is it now?
 * Morgan: You're super strong for such a pretty girl!
 * Kjelle: ...That's not a question.
 * Morgan: Yeah, I know. I'm getting to it. Anyway, are you just a mountain of muscle under all that armor or what?
 * Kjelle: ...... The first thing my squire must do is stop talking. ...Forever, if possible. If you do not, I will show you my muscles by snapping your arms like twigs.
 * Morgan: Eep! I'll, uh... I'll just be quiet now. Eyes open, mouth closed! Won't hear another peep! No sir! Er, ma'am! Still as a church mouse, that's me!
 * Kjelle: Gods, I haven't even started and already I'm exhausted...

A Support

 * Morgan: I know you're right in the middle of things, but why don't we take a quick break?
 * Kjelle: *Pant* S-sure... Thanks for...your help today, Morgan. You've really...made things easier...
 * Morgan: Hey, I get to watch your routine up close. I'm the one who should be thanking you. You always... Er, Kjelle? You all right? You look pale.
 * Kjelle: *Huff, huff* F-fine... Just a...bit tired.
 * Morgan: Already? That's not like you. Are you sure you're feeling well? Now that I think of it, you seemed unsteady on your feet a few times today...
 * Kjelle: You're...imagining things... I'm fine.
 * Morgan: Actually, you're very, very pale. ...And your skin is clammy! We should get you medical attention. Do you need help walking?
 * Kjelle: *Wheeze* S-stop it...I said I'm f-fine... Haven't missed...a day's training yet... N-not about...to start today... Anyone weak enough...to let a fever stop them will...n-never be strong...
 * Morgan: Don't be so stubborn, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: Nnnngh... J-just go. I don't... Don't want you to see me like this...
 * Morgan: Oh my gosh, you're delirious! Look, stay right where you are. I'll bring a healer, stat!
 * Kjelle: Don't! I don't need a...healer! I've got work to do here!
 * Morgan: You can't seriously intend to keep training in your condition.
 * Kjelle: And you can't seriously...think you can stop me... If you're my squire...then assist me...or get out...of my way! *wheeze*
 * Morgan: A squire cannot sit by and watch a knight die from scurvy...or whatever you have!
 * Kjelle: N-not...your decision... And it's the end for me, either way... If I stop pushing...others pass me... C-can't afford to...rest...
 * Morgan: ...Fine. But I'm going to watch you like a hawk! A tiny hawk, but still! A hawk!
 * Kjelle: Still planning to...get in my way?
 * Morgan: No, you train as hard as you like. But the minute I see you wobble, I'm dragging you to the infirmary. I'll hog-tie you if I have to! ...Er, or I'll try, at least.
 * Kjelle: M-Morgan...
 * Morgan: I know it's not a squire's place to mouth off, but I think—
 * Kjelle: It's fine. It's good...of you... You...keep watch...
 * Morgan: Yes sir! Er, ma'am!

S Support

 * Morgan: All right, time to catch another of Kjelle's training sessions. Though some days it's more self-flagellation than training... If it wasn't for me, she'd probably be dead by now. Hey, Kjelle! You here? Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: Morgan?! Wait, don't—
 * Morgan: Ah, there you— WAAAAAAAAAH!
 * Kjelle: MOGAAAAAAAAAN!
 * Morgan: N-NAKED! I mean sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were bathing! I'll wait out here, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh, gods, please don't kill me!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Morgan: ...So, um, right. Yes. ...Sorry.
 * Kjelle: It's my own fault. I should have heard you coming.
 * Morgan: Well, hey, I... I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of!
 * Kjelle: ...What's that supposed to mean?
 * Morgan: Er, I just mean... You're so beautiful! Even more than I'd imagined!
 * Kjelle: ...You've imagined it?
 * Morgan: Ha ha! Of course not! Never! ...Maybe once. ...Twice. ...Okay, all the time! Oh gods, please don't hurt me. I always thought you'd look like a big side of beef, but you don't! You're so...um... Actually, I think I'll just stop talking now.
 * Kjelle: Morgan? Some advice for the future... Never tell a girl you thought she'd look like a side of beef.
 * Morgan: R-right! Yeah, I mean, it was just so... Um, are we starting already? Why are you getting all the weapons? And why are you pointing them at me?! It was a compliment!
 * Kjelle: ...Was it now?
 * Morgan: Aieeeeee! Somebody help—muh?
 * Kjelle: I should probably kill you right now, but oddly enough I'm not mad. Heh. Though normally you've got to buy the cow before you get a show like that.
 * Morgan: Th-then sell me the cow! That's a deal only a fool would pass up!
 * Kjelle: ...Gods, you really are bad at this.
 * Morgan: N-no! That's not what I... Er, but that doesn't mean I don't want to... It's not as beefy as I thought, but I think it's still a very nice cow! The best cow! Gah, you're right! I am terrible at this! Look, Kjelle! I really, really like you!
 * Kjelle: ...I know. You're awful with words, but I could always read you clearly enough.
 * Morgan: Er, so if you know and you haven't killed me yet, does that mean...?
 * Kjelle: We can try it. But you have to bulk up those scrawny arms of yours. If you can commit to my rigid training regime, you can commit to me. Just know this: if I catch you slacking even once, I'm outta here!
 * Morgan: Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am! If I've learned anything from watching you, it's perseverance! I'll keep working with you till I'm as big and beefy as— Er, I mean... You know what? I'll shut up now.

C Support

 * Yarne: Gah! Kjelle, I didn't expect to run into you here!
 * Kjelle: Is that a problem?
 * Yarne: What? N-no! Of course not, I just...
 * Kjelle: Worried I heard you ran from battle again like a craven dastard? ...Because I have.
 * Yarne: What? I don't remember doing that...
 * Kjelle: Sure, play dumb!
 * Yarne: I'm not playing anything! When I'm in the middle of all that...war, I kind of panic. My memory's all hazy.
 * Kjelle: Isn't that convenient?
 * Yarne: No, I'm just... This isn't...
 * Kjelle: Uh huh. And you can't so much as set foot on a battlefield without blacking out. I'd love to see you in my training armor. I bet you couldn't take a single step.
 * Yarne: Er, is training armor different from your usual set?
 * Kjelle: A bit. It's a custom job.
 * Yarne: Well, whatever is different, it sure looks sturdy. Must work wonders for you!
 * Kjelle: ...Don't tell me you actually want to try it on.
 * Yarne: Well, sure! If it helped you get that strong, of course I'm interested!
 * Kjelle: .......
 * Yarne: So...can I? I bet if I had the right armor and knew I was protected, I'd be less scared in combat.
 * Kjelle: ...Forget it. If I had the free time to spend babysitting you, I'd spend it training.
 * Yarne: Aww, come on! Please? You're the one who brought it up in the first place.
 * Kjelle: Yes, but... Ugh, fine.
 * Yarne: I can?! Yesss!
 * Kjelle: I'll bring it by later.
 * Yarne: Thanks, Kjelle!

C Support

 * Kjelle: Hah! Yah! ...Haaaah!
 * Laurent: Ah, Kjelle. Busy training?
 * Kjelle: Just taking practice swings. Nothing fancy.
 * Laurent: Ah, yes. Excellent. Hmm...
 * Kjelle: ...You got something to say?
 * Laurent: You are a bit off today.
 * Kjelle: What are you talking about? I'm fine—same as ever!
 * Laurent: It is possible that I am mistaken. But to my eye, your movements lack their customary crispness. Are you quite certain you're feeling well?
 * Kjelle: Well, I have had a bit of a twinge in my lower back for the last couple days...
 * Laurent: That would be a likely culprit. Might I suggest you have it treated? A massage, perhaps.
 * Kjelle: Pfft. Massages are for princesses! I just need to work through it.
 * Laurent: Inadvisable. You would be far better served seeking legitimate treatment. As the lower back muscles drive the entire body, they are indispensable to combat. They are also slow to heal. If ignored, your condition may worsen.
 * Kjelle: All right, fine. I'll get a massage! Maybe paint my nails while I'm at it... *grumble, grumble*
 * Laurent: I hope it serves you well. Do take care.

B Support

 * Kjelle: Hey, Laurent!
 * Laurent: Did you need something?
 * Kjelle: I wanted to thank you for the other day. Er, when you told me to go get that massage.
 * Laurent: Ah, yes. What of your back since then?
 * Kjelle: Good as new! So, yeah. Thanks. It was a big help.
 * Laurent: Please, do not give it another thought. I consider it a part of my duties to keep watch for any anomalies. If I can be of assistance in keeping this army in top condition, I shall do so. And that means scrutinizing every last tick, movement, and gesture.
 * Kjelle: ...You do what now?
 * Laurent: Er, have I said anything amiss? Your face is most scrunchy.
 * Kjelle: No, no. It's just that when you say it like that, it... Well, it makes it sound like you're constantly watching us.
 * Laurent: Yes, precisely. Constantly watching. Is that a problem?
 * Kjelle: Not a problem, I guess, but it is kind of...creepy. Like a...stalker. Look, you should be careful you don't make anyone feel uncomfortable, okay? Some people don't like being watched.
 * Laurent: Er, I see. Yes, of course. ...And you, Kjelle? Are you "some people"?

A Support

 * Kjelle: Oh. Hello, Laurent.
 * Laurent: Kjelle.
 * Kjelle: You haven't been by to check up on me in a while. Is everything all right?
 * Laurent: What?
 * Kjelle: You said it was your duty to keep watch on us. Keep us in top condition and all that? And then you just stopped coming by. I wondered if you'd given up or what.
 * Laurent: I still watch everyone else.
 * Kjelle: Everyone...else?
 * Laurent: After you cautioned me, I thought it best if I made an exception for you, so I desisted.
 * Kjelle: Because I told you other people may not like you staring at them?
 * Laurent: "Some people" were your words. I thought perhaps you were speaking for yourself. It is not uncommon for people to cloak their fears in the guise of an imaginary—
 * Kjelle: Oh, for hell's sakes! That's not what I was doing! I just meant that SOME people might take offense. That's all I meant.
 * Laurent: Is it?
 * Kjelle: Yes, it is! If it bothered me, I'd have told you to knock it off because it bothers me. Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. Stop overthinking everything!
 * Laurent: ...My apologies. I see my inference was mistaken.
 * Kjelle: Your advice has already helped me out. I'm a big fan of your advice. So I was HOPING you'd keep watching. If anything looks off to you, point it out. I'd be eager to hear it.
 * Laurent: Then I shall strive to let no glimmer of potential improvement elude me!
 * Kjelle: You do that.

S Support

 * Laurent: Hello, Kjelle.
 * Kjelle: L-Laurent!
 * Laurent: Is something amiss? Ought I be concerned that the sight of me sends you reeling? I would gladly lend an ear to any troubles you may be having. And troubles I am the cause of, doubly so.
 * Kjelle: No, you're fine. It's me. I...need to apologize.
 * Laurent: Oh?
 * Kjelle: I snapped at you before. When you stopped coming by to check up on me?
 * Laurent: I would not categorize your behavior as "snapping." What's more, I thought the matter was decided as a misunderstanding on my part.
 * Kjelle: ...It wasn't.
 * Laurent: I fear I don't understand.
 * Kjelle: That was... I was jealous. You started watching everyone but me, and it... It made me a little crazy.
 * Laurent: ...Now I really do not understand.
 * Kjelle: Believe me, I'm as shocked as you. And I'm still confused about what it all means. What I feel for you... But I wasn't being honest with you, or with myself. That much is clear. So I wanted to go ahead and apologize for that, no matter what happens down the line.
 * Laurent: If I may confirm... You feel it's possible—but not definite—that you bear an affection for me?
 * Kjelle: ...Yes.
 * Laurent: And you see potential for growth into some form of relationship "down the line"?
 * Kjelle: Sorry. I know it's all pretty vague.
 * Laurent: I see no call for apology. This is a welcome development. For I am quite certain in my affections for you, Kjelle. And as a by-product of possession, jealousy is a favorable addition to the equation. After all, the ultimate goal here is to be possessed, is it not? Still, I must say, the frank compulsion to apologize is very you. Ha.
 * Kjelle: Laurent...
 * Laurent: You have asked me to continue to watch you, Kjelle. I would now ask you to do the same.
 * Kjelle: Well, sure, but... How do you mean?
 * Laurent: I've only just begun to show my worth as a possible spouse and mate. However, I still have work to do before I am what the layman might call "dreamy." But given proper training, I am confident in my ability to steal your heart. Therefore, I would ask that you observe me in this process and offer advice.
 * Kjelle: ...Er, you want me to watch your "dreamy" training?
 * Laurent: That is it exactly.
 * Kjelle: Well, I've had worse offers...