Hot-Spring Scramble/Script

Opening Dialogue

 * Chrom: Hmm... I'm fairly certain this is the place...
 * Merchant: Oh, welcome! You must be Chrom. I have your reservation right here. Has your whole party arrived, or are you still waiting on a few?
 * Chrom: Umm... First, could you just confirm we've arrived in the, er...you know?
 * Merchant: The Bathrealm? That's right. Don't be embarrassed. My sisters DID explain what you're in for when they invited you, I hope?
 * Chrom: Well...they thanked us for protecting the Outrealms and gave us these passes... Apparently you have some sort of healing waters in which we can soak?
 * Merchant: That's right—our hot springs. Each has its own special properties! Anyway, make yourselves right at home. We're honored to have you. If anyone has earned some R &amp; R, it's celebrities like you!
 * Chrom: Not this again...
 * Merchant: Oh, yes. You guys are HUGE in the Outrealms. Everyone knows you! We even voted on which of you we like the most.
 * Chrom: Yes, so we discovered when we visited the beach resort you invited us to. ...Thank your sister for making me prance around in those smallclothes, by the way.
 * Merchant: It was a swimsuit! Yeesh... Anyway, I can see how that might have been a bit intimidating. Fortunately, you don't have to show nearly as much skin here! Instead, you get to wear yukatas.
 * Chrom: Yukatas? What are those?
 * Merchant: You've never heard of a yukata? Well, take a look at the one I've got on. It's basically a loose robe that you fasten with a belt called an "obi." ...See? Totally modest and dignified.
 * Chrom: Yes, refreshingly so.
 * Merchant: Heh heh. Told ya. There's no better way to spend a day at the springs. Looks like all your swordmasters have already slipped into theirs... I guess a yukata isn't too far a cry from what they were wearing already. Now it's your turn! I've got a special yukata for you right here...
 * Chrom: That mark again?! Why does all my clothing have to have the Brand on it?
 * Merchant: Huh? But my sister said you looked really good in it.
 * Chrom: Yeah, well, your sisters say a lot of things...
 * Lissa: Chrom!
 * Chrom: What is it, Lissa?
 * Merchant: Hi there! Are you looking for your yukata?
 * Chrom: Do they even make yukatas in sizes that small?
 * Lissa: Har har, very funny. Do I look like I'm in a laughing mood? I just went to check out the hot springs, and they're full of monsters! GROSS!
 * Chrom: You mean Risen?!
 * Merchant: Ugh, not again... See what happens when you set up shop in snow country? The hot springs are the warmest place for miles, so wildlife just won't stay away.
 * Lissa: Um, these guys weren't fluffy enough to be called "wildlife"... Anyway, Chrom, are you coming or not?! We can't relax in the water until we kill all the dead things in it.
 * Chrom: Good point. And they might attack the other guests... To the hot springs, everyone! We have to take those Risen down!
 * Merchant: And away they go. I don't think his swordmasters even had time to change back into their clothes... Well, no harm done. Maybe I can convince a few more of them to try on yukatas! I even cooked up some special hair dye to complete the look I'm going for...

Before Battle Starts

 * Lucina: So these are the hot springs? They really do look just like a giant bath. Our future never held anything even half as lovely as this... Just look at the foliage floating there on the water! It's breathtaking... I look forward to relaxing here once the fighting is done.
 * Merchant: ATTENTION, SHEPHERDS. THIS IS A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT. *Click* *hiss* ANYONE HEAR ME?
 * Lucina: Hear you?! Gods, every word is like a hammer strike...
 * Merchant: WHAT, TOO LOUD? *screech* ...Sorry. There. I adjusted the volume. I'm using a Megaphone tome to speak long distance. It's an Anna original. It gets steamy in the springs, so we needed a system to locate lost guests. ...Oh, when you reply, please speak clearly into those magical stones, okay?
 * Lucina: Amazing. You've thought of everything. So what is this "special announcement"?
 * Merchant: Well, remember how I mentioned we voted on which of you we like best? Turns out the results are in, and I get to award the top four a very special prize!
 * Lucina: Only four of us?
 * Merchant: Aww, don't worry. ALL of you are popular. It's just...well...some of you are easier to latch on to than others, I guess. Today's vote is just for those of you visiting from the future. So do you want to know who won? Of course you do! For the men, the winners are... Drumroll, please... Owain aaaaaand...Inigo! Let's give it up! Woo! And for the ladies, we have... Lucina aaaaaand...Severa! You go, girls. Now which of you four are here with us today? Wait right here at this winners' circle to claim your prize. I promise to turn each of you into a brand-new you!
 * Lucina: Brand-new you? What exactly does that mean?
 * Merchant: You'll just have to drop by and see! Don't worry. I'll stay here as long as it takes.
 * Lucina: This sounds worrisome...

After Battle Starts

 * Merchant: Hey, Avatar... Is it me, or do the enemy swordmasters look WAY too comfy in there? It's like they haven't even noticed you. ...Who knew the dead liked to soak? Maybe you can pick them off with bows or magic before they snap out of it.
 * (Text box: The enemy swordmasters will not take action for the first 7 turns. They will enter the fray on Turn 8.)

Lucina

 * Lucina: Is this the place? I'm almost afraid to ask why I was summoned here...
 * Merchant: Welcome, Lucina! And congratulations! You've been selected as one of the future's most popular ladies!
 * Lucina: What...? By whom? This must be some mistake. I couldn't possibly presume to accept such an honor. Still, I thank you all the same. I'm flattered to have even been consider—
 * Merchant: Oh, there's no mistake, I assure you! In fact, as a result of your selection...the Bathrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative yukata! And after you try it on, we've got another little surprise waiting for you too. I'm so excited! Your transformation is the one I've been looking forward to the most.
 * Lucina: Transformation...?
 * Merchant: All right, let's get you inside. I'll help you slip into your yukata.
 * Lucina: O-oh, right. Very well. I...appreciate the help. A commemorative yukata, huh? I wonder which one it is... Oh? Look at that!
 * Merchant: All right, let's get started! Here's the yukata I've selected... Hmm...? What is it, Lucina? Is something the matter?
 * Lucina: That yukata there... Might I try that one?
 * Merchant: You mean the one with the Brand pattern that I offered to Chrom?! Um... That yukata wasn't exactly intended to be worn by, uh...
 * Lucina: Never mind about that! It's absolutely spectacular... No, I've decided. It's the only one that interests me!
 * Merchant: Okay, okay! I get it. Let me see if I can find one with that pattern a bit closer to your size...
 * Lucina: Yes, please do!
 * Merchant: Here we go. All right, let's give this one a try. Step this way, please.
 * Lucina: Gladly! *Shwip, fwip* *Squeeze* Oh, would you look at this? It's every bit as spectacular as I hoped. Thank you so much!
 * Merchant: Well, as long as you're satisfied... And now for the finishing touch... Let's color your hair!
 * Lucina: My...hair?
 * Merchant: That's right. To match your yukata, you need a nice twilight shine! I'm actually a natural redhead myself, you know—just like my sisters. But I dyed my hair with a special elixir designed to accentuate my yukata. I'll do the same with yours—when we're done, we'll look like twins!
 * Lucina: I see. Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a try. I couldn't help noticing how striking it looks on you, after all.
 * Merchant: Oh, you're too kind! All right, well, let's start applying the elixir.
 * Lucina: Eek! It's s-so cold! And it kind of stings...
 * Merchant: That should go away soon. ...Hopefully. Now we just sit back and wait for the dye to set in! You should be good to go in three...two...
 * Lucina: Wow! It really does shine!
 * Merchant: Look at you! Come on, let's step outside and show the world!
 * (Lucina's CG)
 * Lucina: What do you think? Does this pattern suit me as well as it does my father?
 * Merchant: Are you kidding? It looks like it was made just for you! Then again, I bet someone like you could make any yukata look good.
 * Lucina: Heh... You flatter me. But I'm delighted to hear it all the same. Thank you for humoring me. I know this isn't the yukata you had in mind. In any case, I'd better get changed back into my normal clothes now.
 * Merchant: What? You're changing back already?! But it looks so good on you! Why not savor it for just a little while longer?
 * Lucina: Would that I could... But not while my friends are risking their lives. We can't afford to tarry any longer—peace must be restored to the springs! We've caused you enough trouble already.
 * Merchant: You caused ME trouble? How so?
 * Lucina: Because of these hideous monsters! They attacked as soon as we arrived. The ambush was surely intended for us.
 * Merchant: ...... Heh heh...
 * Lucina: Wh-what's so funny?
 * Merchant: You really are the sweetest thing. No wonder you won so many votes! Now put that thought out of your mind. These monsters didn't come for you. It's pure chance that they showed up when they did. I should be apologizing! I appreciate your sense of duty, but we all need to take a break sometimes. Just like you guys are trying to do right now.
 * Lucina: ...... I...I suppose you're right. Thanks again for letting me try the yukata and for dyeing my hair. It really did mean a lot to me.
 * Merchant: No thanks necessary. I enjoyed it too! Now, let's get you back to your old self.
 * Lucina: Indeed!
 * Merchant: Thanks for coming, Lucina. Your hair's back to normal, by the way!
 * Lucina: It is...? You're right! That certainly was fast...
 * Merchant: Yes, that was just a short-term elixir I use for sample purposes. If you like, I'd be happy to apply another dose?
 * Lucina: Ah, I appreciate the offer, but...
 * Merchant: Heh. I had a feeling you'd say that. And as much as I hate to admit it, your natural hair is already stunning. No dye could ever match the resplendent blue that you and your father share.
 * Lucina: Thank you. For that, and for everything. Well, I'd better be getting back now. The next time I'm able to catch my breath...could you show me a few more yukata?
 * Merchant: Are you kidding? It'd be my pleasure! I'll make sure I'm well stocked with lots of the...bolder designs that you prefer.

Owain

 * Owain: So this is the fabled "winners' circle," is it? But why summon me here? What could they be planning...?
 * Merchant: There's our winner! Welcome and congrats, Owain! You've been selected as one of the future's most popular men!
 * Owain: Popular?! You fools... To so willfully ignore the insatiable fury that taints my blood!
 * Merchant: Uh...yeah. Sure, kid. Anyway, as a result of your selection...the Bathrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative yukata! After you try it on, we've got another little surprise waiting for you too.
 * Owain: Huh? B-but my sword arm thirsts for battle! I don't have time for—
 * Merchant: Right, right. Now please step inside. I'll help get you into that yukata!
 * Owain: Y-yes, ma'am... I need to get back into character... My big scene is coming up! This costume change marks the hero's ultimate awakening!
 * Merchant: All right, let's get you dressed. Here you go: your custom yukata!
 * Owain: Gods above! It...it cannot be! This color... This pattern! This must be...the fabled lost raiment of the legendary Enigma King! Its power...overwhelms! Hurry! Tie the Belt of Warding before I'm consumed!
 * Merchant: Would you sit still and stop squirming already? And quit flexing too.
 * Owain: Y-yes, ma'am. *Rustle, bustle* *Scrunch* All set? And not a moment too soon... The wards may hold—but for how long?!
 * Merchant: And now for the final step...it's time to dye your hair!
 * Owain: Indeed! ...Wait, what now?
 * Merchant: Your hair! To match the yukata, it needs a more mystical color. We call this one "Twilight Gloaming."
 * Owain: T-Twilight Gloaming?! You do have a way with names... I respect that.
 * Merchant: When we're through with your hair, it'll be the same color as mine! I'm actually a natural redhead, you know—just like my sisters. But I dyed my hair wiht a special elixir designed to accentuate my yukata. I'm going to use the same one on you. We'll be like siblings!
 * Owain: You intend to taint this kingly coiffure? A millennia-old symbol of royal glory?! And yet...part of me years for release from the shackles of heritage... Very well. Do it! Debase me with your common dye! Befoul me with your Twilight Gloaming!
 * Merchant: Um...okay... You know it's only temporary, right...? Anyway, I've got it right here. One shot of Twilight Gloaming coming right up!
 * Owain: Huh? Wh-what foul devilry is this?! It's cold and...it smells funny.
 * Merchant: Hey, this is high-quality stuff! Just hold still. You'll be fine. And...there we go! Now give the elixir a moment to do its thing, and you're set. ...There. All finished!
 * Owain: What?! The man in the looking glass... He is me, and yet...I know him not!
 * Merchant: Ooh, not bad, handsome! Let's go outside and show everyone!
 * (Owain's CG)
 * Owain: Bear witness to the legend reborn... My visage commands evil's gaze like moonlight reflected on drawn steel!
 * Merchant: It sure does! Which maybe isn't so hot if you're trying to avoid enemies... But hey, if you're looking to stand out, it's perfect!
 * Owain: Ugh! My sword arm...throbs with fury... Is it resonating with the yukata?! If I can't keep this dire magic in check, the whole spring...will be obliterated...
 * Merchant: I have no idea what he's talking about, but at least he likes the yukata... Hey, Owain? That yukata is for sale! How'd you like to take it home with you?
 * Owain: What?! You would seek to permanently bind me to this garment...? Hmm... The rites of binding are known to be dangerous and painful... Still, I may be the only man alive capable of containing its power...
 * Merchant: So you'll take it? Great! A pleasure doing business with you. I'll just write you out an invoice here...
 * Owain: ...... WHAT?! How could any one piece of clothing possibly cost that much?!
 * Merchant: Huh? It's the, uh...legendary fabric! That's why it resonates with you so!
 * Owain: Th-thanks, but...I think just wearing it once was probably enough. I'll just change back to my old clothes, and we'll forget this ever happened...
 * Merchant: Aw, are you suuure you don't want it? You were so excited about it...
 * Owain: N-no, I'm good, really! If I ever spent that much money on clothes, my mother would kill me...
 * Merchant: Heh. Sorry to hear it, kid. If you change your mind, you know where to find me! Thanks for dropping by, Owain. I hope you enjoyed the yukata! That's all that really matters.
 * Owain: Huh...? My hair's back to its old color already...
 * Merchant: Oh, right. That's just a short-term elixir for sample purposes. If you like, I'd be happy to apply another dose...
 * Owain: N-no, that's fine, thanks. The Twilight Gloaming was nice, but I'm happy with my natural color. It's a reminder of my late father...
 * Merchant: Oh, I see. Of course. Well, how about I put this yukata aside for you for a little while? Talk it over with your mother, and if she approves, you can come back for it.
 * Owain: Wh-what?! I'm not some child tugging at the hem of my mother's dress! I...simply lack the strength to bind with so potent an artifact! That's all! But I shall strive to amass experience, and once I have a great wealth of...experience... I vow to fulfill my duty to ensure the magic raiment is held by the forces of justice!
 * Merchant: All right. Well, once you've got the money saved up, the yukata will be waiting.
 * Owain: You have my gratitude, noble guardian of the Enigma King's legacy!

Inigo

 * Inigo: Is this where we're supposed to meet? My heart is racing! It's not every day I get a summons from a beautiful woman...
 * Merchant: Oh! Come on in. I'm so glad you made it! Since you've been selected as one of the future's most popular men...the Bathrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative yukata! And after you try it on, we've got another little surprise waiting for you too.
 * Inigo: Reeeally? Not just the yukata, you say? Something...else too?
 * Merchant: Absolutely! Now come on in, and I'll start getting you dressed.
 * Inigo: All right, sounds goo— Wait... You're coming in here too? ...While I'm getting dressed?!
 * Merchant: Sure am! But don't you worry— I won't touch you anywhere creepy.
 * Inigo: How bizarre! That's usually my line... Um...excuse me, but...I think I'll just get dressed by myself, so... Could you give me a moment here? You can help with the belt after...
 * Merchant: Absolutely not! Do you know how difficult it is to wear these properly? I take pride in my products, and I won't have you looking like a fool out there!
 * Inigo: I-I didn't mean...
 * Merchant: Good. Now, let's get started. Here's the yukata I picked for you.
 * Inigo: Wow, that's really quite nice! It would be an honor to wear this. But tell me, my sweet...do you treat all of your customers like this?
 * Merchant: ...What do you mean, "like this"?
 * Inigo: It's just...some might call your treatment a bit...forceful. You know? Perhaps your male customers would prefer a more...demure saleswoman? Urgh! M-miss! It's too...tight! I-I can't...I can't breathe!
 * Merchant: Oh? You'll have to forgive me, dear. My hands must have slipped. There. Does that feel better?
 * Inigo: *Gasp* Ah, yes... That's... That's much better. (I should probably take a bit more care not to offend her...)
 * Merchant: Alright, now that you're dressed, we're ready to dye your hair!
 * Inigo: ...My hair?
 * Merchant: That's right! While wearing a yukata, your hair should sparkle like a starry sky. Like mine! I'm actually a natural redhead, you know—just like my sisters. But I dyed my hair with a special dye designed to accentuate my yukata. Come on—you only live once, right? Let's see how it look!
 * Inigo: I...suppose that's fine. Mainly because I'm afraid of what you'd do if I refused...
 * Merchant: Aren't you a fast learner! Here, I'll apply the elixir.
 * Inigo: Oh my, s-so cold! That sent a chill all the way down my spine! And it's so...sticky... Urgh... Are you sure this stuff's safe?
 * Merchant: Sure! It comes on a little strong, but I promise it's worth it. Just hold tight for a bit longer, and your hair will change like magic! Here it comes!
 * Inigo: Oh, look at that! Wow... I barely look like myself at all!
 * Merchant: Oh, you look far more impressive. Come on, let's pop outside!
 * Inigo: Already? B-but I'm not ready to let everyone see me like this! Hey, don't pull so hard! You're gonna tear the sleeve!
 * (Inigo's CG)
 * Inigo: Gods, this is so embarrassing... Please don't look at me!
 * Merchant: Oh, come on! There's nothing to be embarrassed about! The hair color is great, the yukata looks wonderful on you... Women are going to be throwing themselves at you left and right!
 * Inigo: D-do you really think so?
 * Merchant: Oh, I know so. And I've got thousands of satisfied customers to prove it!
 * Inigo: I see... Well, that does make me feel a bit better. Thank you. You've renewed my confidence. Perhaps this look isn't all that bad!
 * Merchant: Glad you like it! It's for sale, you know... Why not take it back home with you? I bet you can't buy anything like this in your own world, right? And think of how great it would be for your dance performances!
 * Inigo: Yes, a garment like this would certainly inspire some new dance routines...
 * Merchant: Right? Tell you what—if you act now, I'll even throw in the magical hair elixir. It'll be great for giving that special someone a taste of an all-new you!
 * Inigo: S-special someone...?
 * Merchant: Oh? Got someone in mind there, don't you, loverboy? Whoever she is, I'm sure she'd love to see you like this, no?
 * Inigo: What?! I...I...
 * Merchant: I bet she'd be dazzled by your new look. She might just fall in love on the spot! Play it a little shy, like you are now—then slowly approach, and whisper... "I wore this for you, baby." Ooh, what girl could possibly resist...?!
 * Inigo: S-stop it, please! You're getting me all worked up! Look...I wore it like I said I would. Now I'm changing back to my clothes. And this time, stay out, would you? I can get dressed by myself!
 * Merchant: Inigo, wait! *Sigh* He went back inside... Boy, I certainly botched that sale! I thought he'd want in for sure... Thanks for indulging me, Inigo. I'm glad you came. And...I'm sorry about the hard sell. The yukata just looked so good on you, it really lit my merchant's spark!
 * Inigo: Your merchant's spark, huh? Well, in spite of the embarrassment, I admit it was kind of fun. I'm grateful for the compliment too. So...thanks for that. By the way, what happened to my hair? It's back to its old color already!
 * Merchant: Oh, that was just a short-term elixir I use for sample purposes. If you like, I'd be happy to apply another dose?
 * Inigo: Ah, no, that's all right. It was a fine look, but I think I prefer my natural color. It feels good to have the same hair color as my father, you know?
 * Merchant: I understand completely. If you change your mind, just let me know. Normally the yukata and the elixir are sold as a set...but for you? Not only will I sell the elixir separately—I'll sell it to you at the wholesale price! In fact, act now and I'll throw in a bunch of free samples too! What a value!
 * Inigo: Yeesh... Once your merchant's spark is lit, what does it take to put it out?

Severa

 * Severa: So this is the place, is it? What's her deal, calling me here in the middle of battle? This better be good...
 * Merchant: There you are, Severa! Thanks for coming. Since you've been selected as one of the world's most popular ladies...the Bathrealm has decided to present you with this commemorative yukata! And after you try it on, we've got another little surprise waiting for you too.
 * Severa: Oh? W-well, new clothes are always nice... And what girl doesn't like surprises? Ugh, but no! I don't have time to hang out and play dress-up while—
 * Merchant: Then hurry on in here! I'll help get your yukata on.
 * Severa: ACK! H-hey! I never said I'd do it! Q-quit pushing me, will you? I don't have time for this! What is wrong with you?! Now my hair and clothes are a mess. Keep your damn hands to yourself!
 * Merchant: Oops. Sorry about that! But I wasn't about to just let you run off, you know... Not before I could see you in the yukata I picked out for you!
 * Severa: What?! This looks...familiar.
 * Merchant: It should! The pattern is based on the colors that your mother always wears. I'm sure it'll look wonderful on you. Care to try it on?
 * Severa: ...... *Sigh* I SUPPOSE I could humor you... But make it quick, you hear? The others are waiting.
 * Merchant: I wouldn't have it any other way. Now hop on over here.
 * Severa: Fine, fine... *Rustle, bustle* *Swish* Huh. Well, at least you seem to know what you're doing...
 * Merchant: You embarrass me with your praise. And now for the finishing touch... Let's get your hair dyed!
 * Severa: Let's what? You already messed up my hair—now you're changing its color?!
 * Merchant: Sure am! When a lady wears a yukata, her hair should sparkle like a starlit sky! I'm actually a natural redhead, you know—just like my sisters. But I dyed my hair with a special elixir designed to accentuate my yukata. Come on, this is your chance to be at the forefront of contemporary fashion!
 * Severa: Hmph... I suppose it wouldn't kill me to try out a new look... But don't think you suckered me in with that "forefront of fashion" nonsense!
 * Merchant: Noted! Now, sit still for a moment while I apply the elixir...
 * Severa: Ugh! What the hell?! It's cold! And yet, somehow it burns... G-get that stuff away from me!
 * Merchant: Hey, that's the price you pay for beauty! Hold tight for just a little longer. The color is about to change... Okay, here we go!
 * Severa: Whoa, it really did change! This is so weird...
 * Merchant: Ooh, it looks great on you, Severa! Come on, let's get back outside.
 * Severa: H-hey, take it easy, would you? What's with all the pushing?!
 * (Severa's CG)
 * Severa: Fine, we're outside. Are you happy? ...So what's the verdict? Yay? Nay?
 * Merchant: Oh, definitely yay! You look gorgeous, Severa! You're every bit the beauty that your mother is.
 * Severa: Please. Spare me the sales pitch. I don't hold a candle to my mother. I'm sure the yukata you chose for me would look a whole lot better on her...
 * Merchant: Well, you're probably right about that.
 * Severa: See?! I knew it...
 * Merchant: Hee hee. That's not what I mean. See, yukatas look better on...well, let's just say "smaller" women. They're not exactly ideal for those with...ample proportions.
 * Severa: Huh? Are you serious?! *Sigh* I guess Mother wins again. She's as flat as an undented kite shield...
 * Merchant: Are you mocking her or admiring her? It's...kind of hard to tell sometimes.
 * Severa: Can't it be both? But wait a minute here. Are you trying to say...I've got bigger ones than her?
 * Merchant: As far as I can tell! Not that yours are worth writing home about either...
 * Severa: Hmm... Interesting... Very interesting indeed! Hee hee! At long last, Severa comes out on top! I've finally bested her in SOMETHING!
 * Merchant: Well, not to rain on your parade, but...remember how this little chat started? Your mother's modest chest is the reason she wears a yukata so well. Sooo...isn't that a win for her?
 * Severa: Hey! Can't I have a moment to savor my triumph before you nitpick it to pieces? Aren't you a merchant? What happened to the customer always being right?!
 * Merchant: Heh heh. Forgive me, Severa. Teasing you is just too much fun! And I really was just teasing earlier. You look spectacular in that yukata. Even more beautiful than your beloved mother, if I may be so bold.
 * Severa: Ugh, would you just stop talking?! Your hollow flattery makes me ill! I see how it works now... You build me up so you can sell me the yukata, right? Ugh. Turn around—I'm changing back. You can keep your precious yukata!
 * Merchant: My, my. She sure is cute when she gets flustered... Aw, look at this. You folded up the yukata perfectly. Thanks, Severa.
 * Severa: Hmph. Don't thank me for that. It's common sense... By the way, what's up with my hair? It already changed back to its usual color.
 * Merchant: Oh, right. That's just a short-term elixir for sample purposes. If you like, I'd be happy to apply another dose...
 * Severa: Thanks, but...no, thanks. I did like the color, but... I'm pretty sure my natural color's already at the "forefront of contemporary fashion."
 * Merchant: Heh, fair enough. It IS the same color as your father's hair, after all.
 * Severa: Th-that's got nothing to do with it! I just like the color, is all! Anyway, I have to go. But listen, um...
 * Merchant: Yes?
 * Severa: Just...thanks for the little dress-up break. It was kinda fun...in a lame sorta way.
 * Merchant: Hee hee. Anytime, sweetheart. I'm glad you came.

Chrom
"You Risen stick out like sore thumbs in a place as tranquil as this. Seriously, can we not even take a bath in peace? Oh well. A Shepherd's got to do what a Shepherd's got to do!"

- Chrom's pre-battle quote.

The Avatar
"So these are hot springs... They have their own beauty about them, hmm? I need to put these Risen to a swift end and give the others a chance to recover. Lately it's been battle after battle..."

- The Avatar's pre-battle quote.

Lissa
"Yippee! I love hot springs! Nothing like one big, outdoor bathtub! The girls can all soak in the water together once this is over. It'll be fun! We can share girl stories and gossip about all the guys... Heh heh."

- Lissa's pre-battle quote.

Frederick
"Hmm... The rocks here are slippery from all the moisture... I'd better lay out some dry rags before milord and lady take an exalted spill."

- Frederick's pre-battle quote.

Sully
"Get outta the water, you filthy corpse! That's disgusting! Ugh, if we're gonna use this water, then I can't get rid of you soon enough. Now stop hiding in the damn steam and face me already!"

- Sully's pre-battle quote.

Virion
"Risen, here? How curious. Did you think your presence would somehow improve upon the vista? Oh, such boorish taste. I fear it cannot go unpunished!"

- Virion's pre-battle quote.

Stahl
"Really? Are you really attacking us in a hot spring? Are you on vacation? *Sigh* I wonder if Risen seek out happy places just to ruin them for everyone. Listen... Promise me that if we find a restaurant Outrealm, you'll stay AWAY."

- Stahl's pre-battle quote.

Vaike
"Ooh! The water temperature's just the way Teach likes it—nice and hot. I hereby dub this spring...Lake Vaike! Not get outta my lake so I can finish my bath and get on with dinner!"

- Vaike's pre-battle quote.

Miriel
"Hmm. These springs all derive from the same mountain... And yet olfactory analysis reveals that each pool comprises different minerals. How is it that one water source yields such disparate boons to the body? Visual corroboration must wait until I clear the steam off my glasses. ...Again."

- Miriel's pre-battle quote.

Sumia
"The haze of sunset... Vermilion leaves... This place is just stunning! But I'd better be extra careful walking around here. I trip enough already WITHOUT the rocks being slippery..."

- Sumia's pre-battle quote.

Kellam
"What's with all this steam? I can't see 10 paces ahead of me... Is that an enemy over there? Hello? Everything is a blur... If this is what I look like to the others, that's really distressing..."

- Kellam's pre-battle quote.

Donnel
"Is this really just one big bathtub? I reckon it's bigger'n a lake! Heck, my whole village could fit in here at the same darn time! I'll have to take 'em out here for a spell once we're finished savin' the world."

- Donnel's pre-battle quote.

Lon'qu
"This moisture, this humidity, this slippery footing... I could train here. Yes... But not until I kill these Risen, hop in the bath, and warm up first. Brr..."

- Lon'qu's pre-battle quote.

Ricken
"The hot springs smell wonderful! The waters must contain healing agents. I wonder if I could use them to concoct some new kind of vulnerary... Only one way to find out! But first we need to take care of these pests."

- Ricken's pre-battle quote.

Maribelle
"Oh my... Not even the manor had a bath this spacious. Something about being wrapped in this steam makes me want to hum a tune... How about "The Ballad of the Bashed-In Risen"? I devised it but seconds ago."

- Maribelle's pre-battle quote.

Panne
"A secret, healing spring... I am told the taguel guarded over similar waters. I suppose that is something we and the man-spawn have in common... But I refuse to believe taguel allowed Risen in THEIR springs!"

- Panne's pre-battle quote.

Gaius
"So this is a hot spring, huh? Always wanted to case one of these. I bet they've got a whole bevy of candies and cakes for souvenirs. Hear that? You're cutting into my taste-testing time. Time to die."

- Gaius's pre-battle quote.

Cordelia
"They say these waters do wonders for the skin... I wonder if it's true. I suppose I could make time to soak later, but... No. I am a knight. I am sworn to higher ideals than smooth, beautiful... *sigh*"

- Cordelia's pre-battle quote.

Gregor
"Why must Risen always gravitate toward places with many peoples? All Gregor wanted was a little relaxing time in hot springs... Gregor is very good at humming in bath, yes? Also at drowning Risen!"

- Gregor's pre-battle quote.

Nowi
"Oh wow! Is this all one big bath? It's huge! I could probably take a dip in here in DRAGON form! Ooh, I can't wait to waste all these enemies and then cannonBAAALLL!"

- Nowi's pre-battle quote.

Libra
"How lovely! Gods bless the good folk who found this land and tamed it. It was surely no easy task to build in a cold, harsh frontier like this one. But such endeavors bring people closer together. For that we must be thankful."

- Libra's pre-battle quote.

Tharja
"A public bathing area? In the nude?! Has this whole town gone mad? Wait... What if they have? That's it! The steam is hexed to loosen inhibitions! Hee hee... I know exactly who to try it on once this battle is over..."

- Tharja's pre-battle quote.

Anna
"It's human nature to flock to places with significant commercial value... But that's no excuse for the likes of you inhuman dirtbags! You're bad for business. If you're not here to shop, get out and stay out!"

- Anna's pre-battle quote.

Olivia
"I've been to hot springs before while touring the land... But I was always there to dance—never to enjoy the springs myself. Today will be my first chance! I'm so excited!"

- Olivia's pre-battle quote.

Cherche
"What a marvelously large bath! House Virion never had anything like this. But it seems rather lacking in terms of privacy... Won't people spy on us? ...I know! I'll just put Minerva on watch. That should frighten any Peeping Toms."

- Cherche's pre-battle quote.

Henry
"Ooh, hot springs! I've heard of these! You sit in the water for a while, and the minerals do stuff to your body. I wonder if the minerals can help me cast any awesome new dark magic!"

- Henry's pre-battle quote.

Lucina
"I wonder why the Risen always seem to attack places where people gather. Could there be some shred of humanity left within them? A desire to belong? But this is no time for idle speculation. There is work to be done!"

- Lucina's pre-battle quote.

Say'ri
"Bathing together in the springs seems to be a tradition in this land as well. The thought alone brings me back to my beloved Chon'sin... *sniff* I...I'm not... It's just... Oh, fie! 'Tis just the steam in my eyes, I swear!"

- Say'ri's pre-battle quote.

Tiki
"It's been eons since I've had occasion to visit a hot spring... Humans have sought their curative properties since time immemorial. But perhaps their greatest strength is their ability to bring people together..."

- Tiki's pre-battle quote.

Basilio
"Hah! What a spectacular spring this is! Let's finish this quick so I can get back to enjoy a soak with a full mug of mead! Any of you Shepherds man enough to join me for a drink?!"

- Basilio's pre-battle quote.

Flavia
"I hope everyone realizes how corrosive steam can be to weapons and armor. Fortunately, Chrom's army seems to be pretty good at maintaining their gear. Hah! When did I become a worrywart? YOU'RE the one who should be worried!"

- Flavia's pre-battle quote.

Owain
"My blood simmers with a fervor far greater than ever before! But why?! No mere battle has stoked this fury. The source is deeper... More powerful! What? N-no, it had nothing to do with passing by the ladies-only bath, I swear!"

- Owain's pre-battle quote.

Inigo
"At least the Risen had the courtesy to show up before we got into the baths. Had they waited a bit longer, we'd have been stuck throwing buckets at them! ...You know, that actually sounds kind of fun. I'll have to give it a try..."

- Inigo's pre-battle quote.

Brady
"You idiots. Of all the places to attack, why pick a public hot spring?! What if an old-lady tourist got scared and fell and broke a hip or whatever? You think it's funny? We'll see how funny it is when I smash YOUR hips to bits!"

- Brady's pre-battle quote.

Kjelle
"I've made good progress in my training regimen. Should I shake things up? The terrain here is terrible, but it might make for a decent agility course... I'll have to dispatch these Risen first. That should be worth half a lap or so."

- Kjelle's pre-battle quote.

Cynthia
"Suddenly a silhouette emerges from the steam. Who is this striking figure?! *Gasp* Could it be? The Spitfire of the Springs? The Beauty of the Baths? YES! 'Tis Cynthia, and thy doom has come! Ooh, I got the whole line out for once!"

- Cynthia's pre-battle quote.

Severa
"Surprise, surprise. More icky Risen... You guys really can't take a hint, huh? Well, I'm planning to take a nice, long soak once you've been soundly beaten... If any of your nasty Risen goo drips into the springs, I'll...kill you even harder!"

- Severa's pre-battle quote.

Gerome
"Those enduring lives of hardship need opportunities to heal their weary souls. I cannot let you miscreants deprive these poor people of so vital a place. ...It's time for you to disappear back into the steam."

- Gerome's pre-battle quote.

Morgan
"I've never been to a hot spring before! At least not since I lost my memory. I understand that people often come to places like this with their families... Maybe Father/Mother and I'll make a tradition of coming here, just the two of us!"

- Morgan's pre-battle quote.

Yarne
"Bwaaah! A R-Risen just emerged from the steam! Here I thought I'd finally get a nice quiet day to relax and enjoy myself... L-look, I'm afraid I may slip and drown, so can we fight this out nice and slow?"

- Yarne's pre-battle quote.

Laurent
"Just as I'd begun a fascinating chemical analysis of the water in this spring...my glasses fogged up and I couldn't finish my work. Then YOU showed up. Do you have any idea how much I abhor being interrupted? Prepare to find out!"

- Laurent's pre-battle quote.

Noire
"This is pathetic. Attacking a hot spring? What is with you awful creatures? Are you waging war on tourists and the elderly now...? THIS BOILING PIT OF RELAXATION HERALDS YOUR FUN-RUINING END!"

- Noire's pre-battle quote.

Nah
"We get it already. Everywhere we go, you guys attack. The shtick is old now. Where did you all come from, anyway? I never even saw you arrive... Wait, don't tell me you rose up out of the water? UGH, that's GROSS!"

- Nah's pre-battle quote.

Gangrel
"Ooh, I'd heard rumors about this place! And gods know I could use a bath... Too bad about all the trash in here, though. ...And I don't mean just me. But before I can clean my own clock, I'll have to clean yours. C'mere, trash!"

- Gangrel's pre-battle quote.

Walhart
"So you Risen want to have a little bathtime fun, do you? Well, a conqueror bathes alone. If you even dip a finger in my bathwater...you will lose that finger, and with it, a whole lot more..."

- Walhart's pre-battle quote.

Emmeryn
"Hot...springs...? The water... So warm... Is everyone...going in...after the...battle...?"

- Emmeryn's pre-battle quote.

Yen'fay
"Ah, volcanic hot springs... 'Tis truly one of nature's greatest gifts. Prized both in the present and the past, and likely just as beloved in the future... Perhaps I shall indulge in a bath myself. But first, there is work to be done..."

- Yen'fay's pre-battle quote.

Aversa
"Heh. I always wondered why people got so hot and bothered over these springs. But now that I've seen one, I admit I could get used to a place like this... I need to find a way to make this entire facility mine and mine alone. Hmm..."

- Aversa's pre-battle quote.

Priam
"These hot springs seem like a fine place for a warrior to rest and recover. But as a man who strives for strength, being here is somewhat disheartening... A moment's respite may be too long. My soul's edge must never be dulled!"

- Priam's pre-battle quote.

W/ Emmeryn

 * Chrom: How are you feeling, Emm?
 * Emmeryn: A bit...tired...
 * Chrom: Sorry to hear that. I wish I could give you more time to rest between all these battles. But do you see these hot springs? They're therapeutic. Once the fighting is done, I promise to give you time to relax and heal.
 * Emmeryn: Thera...peutic...
 * Chrom: That's right. Soak in these waters and you'll feel all your pain and troubles melt away. Some folk even claim hot springs can speed recovery from wounds and illnesses. Pretty impressive, don't you think? Almost like magic. I'm sure they'll work a host of wonders for you as well.
 * Emmeryn: The water... So warm...
 * Chrom: That's right. Isn't it nice? Do you remember when I was little and I almost drowned in the bath? You came running in and plucked me out of the suds like a kitten! Ha!
 * Emmeryn: I'm sorry... I-I don't remember...
 * Chrom: It's all right. Everything will come back to you in time.
 * Emmeryn: But I...do like this...
 * Chrom: Like what?
 * Emmeryn: The water... It's warm... It smells alive...
 * Chrom: Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Now let's go finish off these Risen so you can appreciate it in full.

Normal
(Note: Two lines change depending on the Avatar's gender, as marked below.)
 * Lucina: This place has such wonderful atmosphere. Even crawling with Risen, it feels so strangely relaxing.
 * Avatar: Doesn't it? I can't wait to be done with them so we can get to enjoying the springs.
 * Lucina: You took the words right out of my mouth. Say, Avatar? What do you suppose that building there is?
 * Avatar: Going from the sign, I'd say it's a mixed bath.
 * Lucina: Oh? What do they mix it with?
 * Avatar: Er, no... It's not the water that's mixed—it's the clientele. A mixed bath is one that men and women can enter together.
 * Lucina (to Male Avatar): What?! S-such a thing exists? Goodness... This place is certainly progressive. Hmm, but that would mean I'd be able to join Father!
 * Avatar: Yes, that's— NO! Absolutely not! Please, PLEASE promise me you won't do that. Your father would fillet me for having told you about it in the first place...
 * Lucina (to Female Avatar): What?! S-such a thing exists? Goodness... This place is certainly progressive. Hmm, but that would mean I'd be able to join you and Father!
 * Avatar: Yes, that's— NO! Absolutely not! Please, PLEASE promise me you won't do that. A woman your age should not be taking baths with her father.
 * Lucina: ...Huh? W-well, all right. If you say so. So...what about that building there?
 * Avatar: A souvenir shop, I'd wager. You should go take a look once the fighting's done.
 * Lucina: How charming! They have wood carvings that bear my father's face.
 * Avatar: They what?! Whoa, they do! But why?!
 * Lucina: Judging from what I've heard, we're minor celebrities in these parts. I suppose it's not so strange to see our likenesses being used so.
 * Avatar: Still, that's a little...you know...
 * Lucina: Indeed. It must be mine, by any means necessary!
 * Avatar: What? Wait, what?
 * Lucina: My apologies, Avatar. As soon as we've cleared the immediate area, I'll be leaving the front for a moment.
 * Avatar: To go souvenir shopping?! I'm pretty sure they're not going to leap off the shelves anytime soon!
 * Lucina: One cannot take any chances. A greed-addled mob may be on its way to buy out the entire stock as we speak.
 * Avatar: Lucina, you're scaring me.
 * Lucina: Yes... I, too, am gripped with fear! I must make haste! Hold on, tiny, wooden Father! I'm coming!
 * (Lucina leaves)
 * Avatar: L-Lucina, wait! There's a whole pack of Risen that way! ...Uh, I mean, there was. Yeesh, she's even fiercer than usual... Just how badly does she want that thing?

Married

 * Avatar: Beautiful place.
 * Lucina: It really is. Though I fear the view is marred by the Risen. We must see them slain and peace restored to this land at once.
 * Avatar: You sound especially passionate today. That eager to enjoy the springs, are you?
 * Lucina: I won't deny that's a part of it. But earlier, I overheard a couple as they fled.
 * Avatar: Oh, the newlyweds?
 * Lucina: Yes. This was to be their first trip together. I cannot abide letting their happy memories be sullied by these monsters. I...I know how I would feel in their position. As a fellow newlywed.
 * Avatar: Lucina... All right, then. We'd better get to work. Then it'll be our turn to make some happy memories!
 * Lucina: Right! Oh, speaking of that couple... I spoke to the husband briefly. He pointed to that building and mentioned a promise to go there with his wife later. What do you suppose it is?
 * Avatar: That? Going from the sign, I'd say it's a mixed bath.
 * Lucina: Oh? What do they mix it with?
 * Avatar: Er, no... It's not the water that's mixed—it's the clientele. A mixed bath is one that men and women can enter together.
 * Lucina: What?! Th-they have such a thing here?! I'm terribly sorry, Avatar. I had no idea what I was asking!
 * Avatar: Ha ha. It's fine. You didn't know.
 * Lucina: Though, now that the initial shock is past...do you have any interest in trying one?
 * Avatar: What?! N-no, I... I'm not sure we're... I'm not sure I'M ready for that.
 * Lucina: ...Even with the rest of the army?
 * Avatar: Oh...oh, I see. Yes, I suppose it might be fun as a big group... But wait, no! NO! You're not allowed into such a place, Lucina! That's a direct request from your husband. ...Uh, please?
 * Lucina: Hmm? W-well, all right. If you feel that strongly about it...
 * Avatar: Phew...
 * Lucina: But we ought to do something here, you know? I'd like to have some happy memories of this place. Let's think on it after the combat's done, all right?
 * Avatar: Of course, Lucina.

Child

 * Lucina: This place has such wonderful atmosphere. Even crawling with Risen, it feels so strangely relaxing.
 * Avatar: Doesn't it? I can't wait to be done with them so we can get to enjoying the springs.
 * Lucina: You took the words right out of my mouth, Mother. Say, what do you suppose that building is?
 * Avatar: Going from the sign, I'd say it's a mixed bath.
 * Lucina: Oh? What do they mix it with?
 * Avatar: Er, no... It's not the water that's mixed—it's the clientele. A mixed bath is one that men and women can enter together.
 * Lucina: What?! S-such a thing exists? Goodness... This place is certainly progressive. Hmm, but that would mean you and I would be able to join Father! How wonderful it would be to spend quality family time together in the bath...
 * Avatar: Yes, that's— NO! Absolutely not! PLEASE promise me you won't suggest that to him! If your father were to charge into the bath with us, we'd have chaos on our hands... Spending time as a family is all well and good, but bath time is an exception.
 * Lucina: ...Huh? W-well, all right. If you say so. So...what about that building there?
 * Avatar: A souvenir shop, I'd wager. You should go take a look once the fighting's done.
 * Lucina: How charming! They have wood carvings that bear your face, Mother.
 * Avatar: They what?! Whoa, they do! But why?!
 * Lucina: Judging from what I've heard, we're minor celebrities in these parts. I suppose it's not so strange to see our likenesses being used so.
 * Avatar: Still, that's a little...you know...
 * Lucina: Indeed. It must be mine, by any means necessary!
 * Avatar: What? Wait, what?
 * Lucina: My apologies, Mother. As soon as we've cleared the immediate area, I'll be leaving the front for a moment.
 * Avatar: To go souvenir shopping?! I'm pretty sure they're not going to leap off the shelves anytime soon!
 * Lucina: One cannot take any chances. A greed-addled mob may be on its way to buy out the entire stock as we speak.
 * Avatar: Lucina, you're scaring me.
 * Lucina: Yes... I, too, am gripped with fear! I must make haste! Hold on, tiny, wooden Mother! I'm coming!
 * (Lucina leaves)
 * Avatar: H-hey! Lucina, wait! There's a whole pack of Risen that way! ...Uh, I mean, there was. Yeesh, she's even fiercer than usual... Just how badly does she want that thing?

Normal

 * Owain: The steam, a veil of ghostly white. Trees, a riot of fiery crimson... My heart burns with a longing for home in the face of this nostalgic idyll.
 * Avatar: Hey, Owain. I'm about to make a sweep of the area. Care to join m—
 * Owain: No doubt that parched world cries out in anger and sadness at our abandonment. Heh... It would seem some sliver of frail human sentimentality yet lives in my breast.
 * Avatar: Uh, am I interrupting? Because if so... HEY! OWAIN!
 * Owain: Waugh?! Wha— Avatar?! S-sorry. Did you have some need of me?
 * Avatar: I came to talk strategy. Will you help me take care of the Risen in this area?
 * Owain: Yes, of course! Onward, friend! We strike at once!
 * Avatar: No, we don't. Hold a minute, Owain.
 * Owain: Huh?
 * Avatar: It's too dangerous to rush them head-on. I'll brief you on the assault strategy I've prepared.
 * Owain: Assault strategies? Briefings?! This...is...AWESOME! Blood...raging! So! What are my directives?
 * Avatar: I'll have you stand by, concealed in the shadows of that edifice there. I'll serve as a lure to draw them near, then you leap out and strike them from behind.
 * Owain: You're giving me the juicy part?! At...at long last, the vast power hidden within me has been acknowledged! Understood! I will see to it your words are made fact. You shall be made a prophet! Henceforth, this operation shall be known as Code Bloodleaf Shadowstalker!
 * Avatar: ...What?
 * Owain: Now, to get into place. Formation Missing Link is go! You see, the missing link is between us. They won't think we're working together... But we ARE!
 * Avatar: Yes, that's...that's wonderful, Owain.
 * Owain: Rragh! My sword arm is writhing! Straining against my iron will! Thirsty for action! Yet if I indulge its destructive appetite now, Code Bloodleaf etc. will be compromised! Be calm, arm! Soon... Soon you will have your fill! So for now, be calm!
 * Avatar: Rgh, no! The Risen have heard us! Change of plans, Owain.
 * Owain: What?! B-but Code Bloodleaf! Well...so be it. My blade is ever at your command. I await your next strategy!
 * Avatar: No strategy. Now that they've spotted us, we'll have to try our luck head-on.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Owain: Whaaat?! But that's so much less awesome! Why don't we— Hey, wait! You said it was too dangerous to charge in alone! At least let me take the vanguard! Um, the rear guard? ...Honorable mention?! Don't leave meee!

Married

 * Owain: Heh... Even the obscuring vapors of the springs cannot quench this gemstone's fire. I knew it for a worthy tribute in an instant. A treasure suited to adorn my treasure...
 * Avatar: What are you up to, Owain?
 * Owain: Hah! My beloved wife and she who binds the power of two times together! No doubt it was the stone's otherworldly sparkle that summoned you hither? Heh... I ought have known such a riotous spectacle would catch your keen eye.
 * Avatar: Ah, I interrupted bath time, did I? Sorry, dear. You have fun.
 * Owain: Gah, wait! Avatar, come back! I just took a peek at some of the shops here, and I found this amazing necklace. I couldn't help myself, so I snatched it up.
 * Avatar: You were souvenir shopping during combat? Well, no use worrying about it now, I suppose. So tell me about this necklace.
 * Owain: Heh heh... Sparked your curiosity into a towering blaze, have I? Then hark! It bears a glimmering sheen fit to shame the lustrous pinions of the bird of paradise. Its design is so inspired, it is less a work of man than aught revealed by the very gods!
 * Avatar: That's nice, honey. Um, is this going to take a while?
 * Owain: What? No, I'm nearly done. By which I mean: here, have a look for yourself! ...Ta-da! Behold, my beauteous spouse! Well, what do you think? Pretty great, huh?
 * Avatar: W-wow, dear... Pegasus wings, wrapped in roses, wrapped in chains and...more chains. And for a souvenir, it deftly manages to avoid any reference to the springs whatever. It's a very, er...unique choice.
 * Owain: Right?! I'm glad to hear you singing its praises.
 * Avatar: Not praises so much as the opposite of praises, but yes.
 * Owain: So confident was I that you would absolutely love it, in fact, that... Ta-da-da-daaa! Behold! I bought you the ladies' version!
 * Avatar: A matched set?!
 * Owain: Just so, my love! They shall hang about our throats, mirror images in their elegance. And through them, our hearts shall be even more a perfect mirror. The truest pair! They shall stand as a symbol of our oaths, everlasting proof of a love beyond time!
 * Avatar: Y-yes... They're lovely... Thank you... I'll lock mine away safe and sound and privately treasure it always.
 * Owain: What? Such a sparkling gem deserves the light of the sun! Let us wear them together!
 * Avatar: Yes, I'll...I'll take that into careful consideration, dear. For now, I'll just get back to slaying Risen. You get back to the front lines too, honey.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Owain: What? Hey! Avatar?! What would drive you to leave your loving husband behind so? ...Ahh, yes. You're overcome! Cheeks ablush with joy! Oh, my bride, you are adorable!

Child

 * Owain: The steam, a veil of ghostly white. Trees, a riot of fiery crimson... My heart burns with a longing for home in the face of this nostalgic idyll.
 * Avatar: I'm about to make a sweep of the area, Owain. Come and join m—
 * Owain: No doubt that parched world cries out in anger and sadness at our abandonment. Heh... It would seem some sliver of frail human sentimentality yet lives in my breast.
 * Avatar: Seems I'm interrupting. In that case... HEY! OWAIN!
 * Owain: Waugh?! Wha— Father?! S-sorry. Did you have some need of me?
 * Avatar: I came to talk strategy. Will you help me take care of the Risen in this area?
 * Owain: Yes, of course! It would be an honor to assist you, Father! We strike at once!
 * Avatar: No, we don't. Hold a minute, Owain.
 * Owain: Huh?
 * Avatar: It's too dangerous to rush them head-on. I'll brief you on the assault strategy I've prepared.
 * Owain: Assault strategies? Briefings?! This...is...AWESOME! Blood...raging! Leave it to my old man, legendary tactician and sire of the world's last hope! So! What are my directives?
 * Avatar: I'll have you stand by, concealed in the shadows of that edifice there. I'll serve as a lure to draw them near, then you leap out and strike them from behind.
 * Owain: You're giving me the juicy part?! At...at long last, you've acknowledged the vast power hidden within your son! Understood! I will see to it your words are made fact. You shall be made a prophet! Henceforth, this operation shall be known as Code Bloodleaf Shadowstalker!
 * Avatar: ...What?
 * Owain: Now, to get into place. Formation Missing Link is go! You see, the missing link is between us. They won't think we're working together... But we ARE!
 * Avatar: Yes, that's...that's wonderful, Owain.
 * Owain: Rragh! My sword arm is writhing! Straining against my iron will! Thirsty for action! Yet if I indulge its destructive appetite now, Code Bloodleaf etc. will be compromised! Be calm, arm! Soon... Soon you will have your fill! So for now, be calm!
 * Avatar: Rgh, no! The Risen have heard us! Change of plans, Owain.
 * Owain: What?! B-but Code Bloodleaf! Well...so be it. My blade is ever at your command. I await your next strategy!
 * Avatar: No strategy. Now that they've spotted us, we'll have to try our luck head-on.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Owain: Whaaat?! But that's so much less awesome! Why don't we— Hey, wait! You said it was too dangerous to charge in alone! At least let me take the vanguard! Um, the rear guard? ...Honorable mention?! Father! Don't leave meee!

Normal

 * Inigo: Hrm... Nothing. There's nothing good!
 * Avatar: Looking for something, Inigo?
 * Inigo: Oh! Hello, Avatar. I was just searching for a memento.
 * Avatar: A memento?
 * Inigo: Yes. Some little token or trinket to remind you of the places you've been. Seashells from the shore, that sort of thing. Wherever I go, I try to find some souvenir to keep the memory fresh whenever I see it.
 * Avatar: What a charming idea.
 * Inigo: Heh heh. Credit goes to my mother. It's a habit I picked up from her.
 * Avatar: Lovelier still, then. So what have you found to keep the springs fresh in mind?
 * Inigo: Absolutely nothing! At first, I thought to collect some of these red leaves. But unless I keep them pressed in a book or the like, they'd be shredded in days. Anything I take will be jostled around in a pack on the road. I'd prefer it were durable.
 * Avatar: Ah, a good point. What about some springwater, then? That CAN'T break.
 * Inigo: ...Is that a joke, Avatar? You'd have me haul a skin of springwater everywhere I go for the rest of the war? Sloshing away as we march the roads? In combat?! Does that sound like fun to you?
 * Avatar: ...No, it doesn't.
 * Inigo: No! It doesn't! Yeesh, I'm mortified just imagining it. ...Besides, I already thought of that, and I don't have any empty skins.
 * Avatar: But you thought of it!
 * Inigo: Ha ha ha. Well, sure. It's the most obvious thing to pick, isn't it? I also tried to shave a few shards off these giant rocks.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Inigo: But they're awfully hard.
 * Avatar: Er, yes, well... Boulders are like that. I'm impressed the thought even crossed your mind to try.
 * Inigo: Didn't do me much good. I'm this close to conceding defeat. Maybe I'll just settle for a little chunk of a Risen or something...
 * Avatar: What?! Ew! No! Augh! Besides, is THAT the memory of this place you want to keep? There's got to be SOMETHING better than that. Let's keep looking, yeah?
 * Inigo: All right... I'll think on it as I fight.

Married

 * Inigo: Avatar! Are you free a moment?
 * Avatar: Why? Did you need something?
 * Inigo: Hm? Do I need a reason to want to see you? We're at a hot spring, after all. I thought it a fitting place for some quality spouse time.
 * Avatar: I suppose it is. So what do you propose? A little dip in the mixed bath?
 * Inigo: M-mixed bath...
 * Avatar: Just kidding, dear. ...Hm? Inigo?
 * Inigo: I don't think... If anyone saw us, I would be so embarrassed. I just don't know...
 * Avatar: What? I told you I was only joking! Seeing you blush is going to make me all embarrassed too...
 * Inigo: R-right, a joke. Of course... Even more than being seen, I'd be afraid of what you might do to me in a bath...
 * Avatar: And just what is that supposed to mean?
 * Inigo: D-don't get angry, darling! But baths aside, I'm all for the two of us going somewhere once combat ends. We could take in the scenery, maybe browse the shops for a nice memento. Er, that's if you wanted to, of course.
 * Avatar: Of course I'd like to. I would never turn down an invitation to spend time with you.
 * Inigo: Wonderful! Thank you, my love. It's a date, then. I can't wait!
 * Avatar: H-hey! Let go, Inigo! We're in the middle of a battle here!
 * Inigo: Ha ha, indulge me one quick embrace. Battle or no, you're my wife. ...Mmm, you smell nice. Is that the perfume I gave you? I'm happy to see you're wearing it.
 * Avatar: Well, sure... It was a gift from you. Of course I'm going to— *AHEM* Enough of that! Back to battle! Let go of me already!
 * Inigo: Aww. But as long as I have you in my arms, I can keep you safe from the big, nasty Risen.
 * Avatar: By immobilizing both of us and pinning my arms? Look, we can snuggle as much as you like later. For now, control yourself.
 * Inigo: Yes, ma'am...
 * Avatar: Good boy. Now, I'm off to field that area over there.
 * Inigo: What, by that little structure?
 * Avatar: Yes...?
 * Inigo: Hmm, better not. Why don't you let me handle that, and you can take that direction instead.
 * Avatar: All right. If you say so, that's fine with me. You be careful now, dear.
 * Inigo: I will! You do the same, Avatar.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Inigo: ...... ...... What?! That Risen is gone! Where... Rgh... This is bad.

Child

 * Inigo: Hrm... Nothing. There's nothing good!
 * Avatar: Looking for something, Inigo?
 * Inigo: Oh! Hello, Father. I was just searching for a memento.
 * Avatar: A memento?
 * Inigo: Yes. Some little token or trinket to remind you of the places you've been. Seashells from the shore, that sort of thing. Wherever I go, I try to find some souvenir to keep the memory fresh whenever I see it.
 * Avatar: What a charming idea. I seem to recall your mother saying something similar before. Is this something you picked up from her?
 * Inigo: Heh, yes. And why am I not surprised that you knew about it? You two were always so cute.
 * Avatar: What can I say? So what have you found?
 * Inigo: Absolutely nothing! At first, I thought to collect some of these red leaves. But unless I keep them pressed in a book or the like, they'd be shredded in days. Anything I take will be jostled around in a pack on the road. I'd prefer it were durable.
 * Avatar: Ah, a good point. What about some springwater, then? That CAN'T break.
 * Inigo: ...Is that a joke, Father? You'd have me haul a skin of springwater everywhere I go for the rest of the war? Sloshing away as we march the roads? In combat?! Does that sound like fun to you?
 * Avatar: ...No, it doesn't.
 * Inigo: No! It doesn't! I'd be the son of our army's tactician and its biggest laughing stock. Yeesh, I'm mortified just imagining it. ...Besides, I already thought of that, and I don't have any empty skins.
 * Avatar: But you thought of it!
 * Inigo: Ha ha ha. Well, sure. It's the most obvious thing to pick, isn't it? I also tried to shave a few shards off these giant rocks.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Inigo: But they're awfully hard.
 * Avatar: Er, yes, well... Boulders are like that. I'm impressed the thought even crossed your mind to try.
 * Inigo: Didn't do me much good. I'm this close to conceding defeat. Maybe I'll just settle for a little chunk of a Risen or something...
 * Avatar: What?! Ew! No! Augh! Besides, your mother would burst into tears at the sight! There's got to be SOMETHING better than that. Let's keep looking, yeah?
 * Inigo: All right... I'll think on it as I fight. And thank you for helping, Father.

Normal

 * Severa: Mmm, this steam feels incredible! AND it's good for the complexion? This place is too good to be true.
 * Avatar: Severa, what are you doing?
 * Severa: Ooh, perfect timing, Avatar! Check out this spring. Its waters are supposed to work miracles for your skin!
 * Avatar: Oh yeah?
 * Severa: Yup! Just one soak, and you'll be smooth as a baby's butt! You should give it a try, Avatar. Here, I'll waft some of this steam at you.
 * Avatar: Er, thanks, Severa, but this isn't really the time. We're in the heat of battle here!
 * Severa: Oh, a few minutes won't hurt anyone. Besides, I don't see any Risen around.
 * Avatar: Yes, which probably means they're hiding. You can spend as long as you like in the baths after this. Try to focus for now?
 * Severa: Gawds, all right, all right. Fine. Can I at least dip my hand in for a minute? It's colder than you'd think out here, and my grip is starting to suffer...
 * Avatar: Sure, I think we can spare one minute.
 * Severa: Woo! Hot spring, here I come! ...Wooow, it's sooo waaarm! Aaah, I can't get over how good it feels! Oh, my achy knuckles! My poor joints have never felt better! I feel alive again!
 * Avatar: You sound like an old man...
 * Severa: Who cares? It's not like there's anyone around but you to hear me.
 * Avatar: What's THAT supposed to mean?
 * Severa: ...AIEEEEEEEEE!
 * Avatar: What's wrong?! Risen lurking in the water?!
 * Severa: My hand is so smooth!
 * Avatar: Huh?
 * Severa: SO SMOOTH. MY HAND! Look! I just soaked the right one, and my left hasn't touched the water. Look how rosy my weapon hand is! How perfectly soft and supple it's become!
 * Avatar: Uh, yes, very impressive. Not worth the heart attack you just gave me, but great. Though it's hardly a miracle for hot water to improve circulation and rinse away dirt.
 * Severa: If a quick dip of the fingers does this much, just imagine a full-body soak...
 * Avatar: Severa... Please don't jump in. Please, please don't jump in. Don't. Do. It.
 * Severa: ......
 * Avatar: SEVERA!
 * Severa: Hwuh?! O-oh... Avatar. D-don't be silly. I would never dream of jumping in fully clothed! Sure, I want my skin looking beautiful, but not at the expense of my clothes! Anyway, we'd better get back to the fight. Don't make me leave you behind!
 * (Severa leaves)
 * Avatar: Hurricane Severa sweeps through again...

Married

 * Severa: Just look at the size of these baths! You could swim laps in this one! Ooh, and that one says its waters work wonders for dry skin! I need to be in these springs, Avatar... Now!
 * Avatar: Heh. Let's hurry up and be rid of these Risen. Then you can go soak all you like.
 * Severa: Ugh, must you say it like that?!
 * Avatar: Like what?! Did I mess up again?
 * Severa: Yes, you messed up again! "Go soak all you like"? What, are you just gonna send me off to the bath alone? Is that any way for a man to speak to his loving, caring WIFE?!
 * Avatar: Huh?! B-but if I'd said I wanted to go in with you, you'd have been even MADDER!
 * Severa: Well, yeah. I would have. Still it was inconsiderate and rude, and I don't appreciate it!
 * Avatar: Sorry, dear...
 * Severa: I mean, it's not like we're liable to visit a place like this again in the near future... This is basically our honeymoon!
 * Avatar: Our WHAT?!
 * Severa: Isn't it?
 * Avatar: Uh...maybe? I guess? If you say so? S-sure, Severa. It's a wonderful setting. Let's have a great time.
 * Severa: That's more like it.
 * Avatar: Whew... You're not mad anymore...
 * Severa: All right, then. I leave all the post-combat activity planning in your hands!
 * Avatar: ...Buh?
 * Severa: Don't "buh" me, buster! You're in charge! That's what you do. You plan things. And I want an unforgettable honeymoon!
 * Avatar: That's not really my area of expertise... Wait, but if I come up with a plan, does that mean you'll follow it? Because in that case—
 * Severa: Mixed baths are off the table.
 * Avatar: Worst honeymoon ever...
 * Severa: Let me be perfectly clear, darling. You're planning OUR honeymoon. Not yours. So I'm looking forward to all your brilliant ideas for how I—your wife—can have fun. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some undead stragglers to thrash!
 * (Severa leaves)
 * Avatar: Ugh... She makes planning a war sound fun...

Child

 * Severa: Mmm, this steam feels incredible! AND it's good for the complexion? This place is too good to be true.
 * Avatar: Severa, what are you doing?
 * Severa: Ooh, perfect timing, Father! Check out this spring. The waters are supposed to work miracles on your skin!
 * Avatar: Oh yeah?
 * Severa: Yup! Just one soak, and you'll be smooth as a baby's butt! You should give it a try! Here, I'll waft some of this steam at you.
 * Avatar: Er, thank you, Severa, but this isn't really the time. We're in the heat of battle here!
 * Severa: Oh, a few minutes won't hurt anyone. Besides, I don't see any Risen around.
 * Avatar: Yes, which probably means they're hiding. You can spend as long as you like in the baths after this. Try to focus for now?
 * Severa: Gawds, all right, all right. Fine. Yeesh, you and Mother are always so serious. Can I at least dip my hand in for a minute? It's colder than you'd think out here, and my grip is starting to suffer...
 * Avatar: Sure, I think we can spare one minute.
 * Severa: Woo! Hot spring, here I come! ...Wooow, it's sooo waaarm! Aaah, I can't get over how good it feels! Oh, my achy knuckles! My poor joints have never felt better! I feel alive again!
 * Avatar: You sound like an old man...
 * Severa: Who cares? It's not like there's anyone around but you to hear me. I see no reason to bother acting cute with you when we're not out shopping...
 * Avatar: What's THAT supposed to mean?
 * Severa: ...AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!
 * Avatar: What's wrong?! Risen lurking in the water?!
 * Severa: My hand is so smooth!
 * Avatar: Huh?
 * Severa: SO SMOOTH. MY HAND! Look! I just soaked the right one, and my left hasn't touched the water. Look how rosy my weapon hand is! How perfectly soft and supple it's become!
 * Avatar: Uh, yes, very impressive. Not worth the heart attack you just gave me, but great. Though it's hardly a miracle for hot water to improve circulation and rinse away dirt.
 * Severa: If a quick dip of the fingers does this much, just imagine a full-body soak...
 * Avatar: Severa... Please don't jump in. Please, please don't jump in. Don't. Do. It.
 * Severa: ......
 * Avatar: SEVERA!
 * Severa: Hwuh?! O-oh... Father. D-don't be silly. I would never dream of jumping in fully clothed! Besides, we may be family, but I'm not about to bathe with you watching! Anyway, we better get back to the fight. Don't make me leave you behind!
 * (Severa leaves)
 * Avatar: Hurricane Severa sweeps through again...

W/ Say'ri

 * Say'ri: Anna! Anyone, is Anna about?!
 * Anna: Something the matter, Say'ri?
 * Say'ri: I was just passing by the inns near the baths, and I saw the most splendid thing. It was a sword in the fashion of my land housed in the most magnificent sheath. Yet it was no smithy selling it, and I saw no other arms among the baubles for sale. I ask you, as a merchant, why would that be?
 * Anna: They were souvenirs, most like. Aimed at tourists visiting the springs.
 * Say'ri: Tourists? What need have tourists for a blade?
 * Anna: Precious little, were it real. The edges are dulled to uselessness. They're toys, dear.
 * Say'ri: A toy? That? But the craftsmanship...
 * Anna: Is lovely, isn't it? Some people like to collect them as works of art. Not the wisest investment by my estimation...but to each his own, right?
 * Say'ri: I see... Hmm.
 * Anna: Why, were you thinking of buying one?
 * Say'ri: Wh-what? No! I've no interest in toys. An ornamental sword is no sword at all to a warrior...
 * Anna: You'd sound more convincing if you weren't fidgeting and eyeing the road back to town.
 * Say'ri: I...I was doing nothing of the sort!
 * Anna: Really now?
 * Say'ri: Yes, really!
 * Anna: My mistake, then. Good thing too. Replica swords are especially popular souvenirs. If you HAD been interested, you'd have needed to hurry before they all sold out... Luckily, that's no concern of yours, hmm?
 * Say'ri: What? Is that true?!
 * Anna: ...Not even a little. They're expensive, as souvenirs go. They'll sit on a store shelf unsold for years. That is, unless someone like you comes along to snatch one up!
 * Say'ri: Urgh... That was devious and unkind, my lady. And thoroughly embarrassing, besides.
 * Anna: Hee hee... Say'ri, you're adorable.

W/ Yen'fay

 * Say'ri: ......
 * Yen'fay: Does something trouble you, Say'ri? Why are you gazing at the water?
 * Say'ri: Hmm? Ah, Brother... Beg pardon. My mind must have left me for a spell.
 * Yen'fay: Are you that eager to try the baths? Have patience. These Risen will be dealt with presently.
 * Say'ri: Nay, Brother, you have the wrong idea. I was simply remembering the time our family visited the hot springs in Chon'sin.
 * Yen'fay: Hmm... Aye, I remember the trip. You were little... Or rather...she was.
 * Say'ri: We went with Mother and Father...when they yet lived. What fun we had! It had been some time since our last gathering, so I was a ball of excitement.
 * Yen'fay: You were so excited that you fell by the entrance. I remember the tears.
 * Say'ri: Ha ha... Aye. So that part is the same. How strange, the places our tales intersect. I remember how you scrubbed my back in the bath to cheer me up.
 * Yen'fay: Aye, that I did...
 * Say'ri: ...O-oh, but please do not get the wrong idea!
 * Yen'fay: Hm? Shall I scrub your back for you now?
 * Say'ri: Nay, and say no more of it! How old do you think I am?
 * Yen'fay: Ha ha ha. I jest, Say'ri.
 * Say'ri: And... 'tis more than that.
 * Yen'fay: Hm?
 * Say'ri: Even if you are my brother...'tis not the same. Do you understand?
 * Yen'fay: Say'ri...
 * Say'ri: Pray pardon, I need some space...
 * (Say'ri leaves)
 * Yen'fay: It seems to trouble her that I have thrust myself back into her life like this...

W/ Anna

 * Anna: My, my, if it isn't Flavia. ...Or should I say Your Grace, East-Khan of Regna Ferox? I'm simply dying to hear what matter would have you call me to a place like this.
 * Flavia: It's Flavia. Just Flavia. And I apologize for the sudden request. I need a favor.
 * Anna: If it's in my power, you need but command it. So what'll it be, Just Flavia?
 * Flavia: I'm told you can get your hands on pretty much anything. How much of that is idle legend?
 * Anna: Ooh, then it's a business inquiry! Excellent. As for your question... This legend is never idle. We stock literally everything, from drywall to dragon tears. Everything under the sun, and a few choice items from above it. That's our trade.
 * Flavia: Good. ...Then I'd like to buy some of these baths. To go, if you please.
 * Anna: Come again?
 * Flavia: Regna Ferox is snowbound the year around. Frankly, it's colder than a Risen's nethers. That takes its toll on people. A place like this would warm their bodies and hearts.
 * Anna: I see... A lovely notion, really. But hot springs aren't known for their mobility...
 * Flavia: It doesn't need to be a natural spring, obviously. Have you anything similar?
 * Anna: Something to serve the role of a hot spring... That's quite the tall order. Hmm...
 * Flavia: My apologies. It was a foolish request. I shouldn't have burdened you.
 * Anna: Now, don't be in such a hurry to leave, Ms. Flavia.
 * Flavia: Hm?
 * Anna: I told you I could get you anything. I'm not about to be proven a liar. I have my pride as a merchant to defend. Might I have a little time to think on it?
 * Flavia: You're serious?
 * Anna: Hey, this is a job for a khan, right? Stands to reason it would be a khan-sized job. That only means it'll be that much more satisfying to fulfill!
 * Flavia: I see! Well, if you're sure, I suppose I'll place my trust in your merchant's pride.
 * Anna: Heh heh. Always a wise bet. Now, time to see if the sisters have any ideas...

W/ Tiki

 * Tiki: Khan Flavia of Regna Ferox, I presume? I have hoped for some time now to get this chance to speak with you.
 * Flavia: Well, that's funny. I've been meaning to break the ice with you too.
 * Tiki: Clearly this is our destined moment.
 * Flavia: Ha ha! Clearly.
 * Tiki: The realm you call Ferox certainly brings back memories... How do people there fare today? I remember only a cold, harsh land. Have you found a way to cope with the heavy snowfall and barren soil?
 * Flavia: Well, we've struggled with the harvest for generations. Honestly, it took years and years of work before the soil was worth a damn... Still, I hope we've improved it some from what you remember.
 * Tiki: That's wonderful! Your people owe you so much.
 * Flavia: My people owe me squat. It's my predecessors who did all the heavy lifting. The way I see it, I have yet to leave my mark on Regna Ferox. And if I'm lucky, my people and history will remember me as a good khan.
 * Tiki: That's very humble of you.
 * Flavia: Ferox has no future unless this war is brought to a favorable end. I must see it done within my lifetime.
 * Tiki: Well, you will. We all will—together.
 * Flavia: Damn right we will.

W/ Gerome

 * Owain: Heh... Were you aware, Gerome?
 * Gerome: ...Of?
 * Owain: Of the ruins of yore whispered to lie cloaked in the steam of these baths! Within them slumbers the dragonsbane blade, named for a raging god of chaos... My blood boils hotter than the geysers that feed these pools... The sword calls to me!
 * Gerome: I ought to have known better than to ask. Leave me out of your pathetic delusions.
 * Owain: My delusions are NOT pathetic! ...Wait, that didn't come out right. Anyway, I came to ask a favor.
 * Gerome: Go look for your fantasy sword alone, Owain.
 * Owain: It's not that. Give me your mask!
 * Gerome: Excuse me?
 * Owain: Surely even you must feel it in your bones as I do. I am far worthier of donning that ebon visor!
 * Gerome: Forget it.
 * Owain: All right, fine. Then I'll take the pitch-black dragon armor instead. Its onyx wings are a fitting match for my—
 * Gerome: No.
 * Owain: Urgh... You drive a hard bargain, sir, I'll grant you that. Very well. I suppose I'll content myself with your wyvern. Cede her unto me! I swear by the blood of heroes coursing within me I will see the dread beast tamed!
 * Gerome: Take that back! There's nothing dreadful about her! Minerva is just a great big cuddle monster. What's more, she's like an extension of my body. I'd no sooner lose her than an arm. She is not some animal to be tamed.
 * Owain: You've driven us to impasse, my miserly cohort! Now is the time to be reasonable—stop idly idolizing me and contribute to my glory!
 * Gerome: I cannot begin to fathom what that's supposed to mean.
 * Owain: Heh... Come now, Gerome. You've clearly glimpsed my true form in your mind's eye. Your raiment is but an attempt to emulate my shadow-clad guise. Admit it!
 * Gerome: Well, this has been a colossal waste of time.
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Owain: Heh, are you truly so afraid of the awesome power silently seething within my breast? ...Gerome? Wait, where'd he go?! Heh, I knew it. The man is obviously terrified!

W/ Laurent

 * Laurent: Hmm? What have we here? This is quite the stack of papers. A manuscript, perhaps? ...... ...Fascinating.
 * Owain: Hey, Laurent?
 * Laurent: Good day, Owain. I take it from your tone you had a question?
 * Owain: Yeah, have you seen a stack of papers? Around yea high, tied with string like... Like the one you're holding there! Perfect! Thanks for finding it, Laurent.
 * Laurent: Ahh, then you are the author. Perhaps obviously, in retrospect. It makes perfect sense and yet remains utterly inscrutable. How curious... *flip*
 * Owain: H-hey! Quit leafing through it! That's private! Give it back! Come onnn! Hey, no fair hiding it behind your back!
 * Laurent: What is entry two on page 34?
 * Owain: The genesis of Ebon Pinion, the unholy lance born in the clash of the seraphs and— WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS?!
 * Laurent: Yet another of the many disturbing questions this document raises. ...Though I will grant that its contents are, at the very least, very YOU, Owain. Have you considered your..."talents," if you will, might be suited to writing fiction? The world could use a few more farces to lighten the mood in these dark times.
 * Owain: Hey...
 * Laurent: In any case, I shall return this. Thank you for sharing, Owain.
 * Owain: What? S-sure...
 * Laurent: Truly, the depths of your...knowledge? Imagination? Odd, infantile fantasies? Regardless of label, they're astounding. You are a wonder, sir.
 * Owain: They're not just idle fantasies, I'll have you know!
 * Laurent: Quite. They've crossed well beyond the bounds of simple delusion. My apologies.
 * Owain: Apology...accepted? Wait a minute.
 * Laurent: Indeed, it's possible that... Hmm, yes. Yes, how fascinating. Simply marvelous!
 * (Laurent leaves)
 * Owain: I'm not one to talk, but sometimes I worry what's going on in that guy's head...

W/ Gerome

 * Brady: Man, I didn't even know stuff like this existed! Hmm...
 * Gerome: We're in combat here. There's be time to read later. What is that, anyway? The cover is awfully gaudy.
 * Brady: What, this? It's Anna's catalogue.
 * Gerome: ...Catalogue?
 * Brady: Yeah, like a list of all the stuff she sells. She's givin' 'em out for free. There was a stack sittin' by the entrance to the springs. It's pretty amazing, honestly. She's got at least three of everything.
 * Gerome: ...Everything, you say? Truthfully?! Would that include, say...gentlemen's masks?
 * Brady: What, you're buying MORE? Just how many of them things do you need? Anyway, let's see... Yup. Here we go. Page 316: "Masks for Him."
 * Gerome: ...You have my thanks, Brady. Hmm, an impressive selection. And all of them fine quality...
 * Brady: Told you, didn't I? Let's see... Hey, the necklace they've got paired with that mask is great. Sophisticated but not over the top, ya know? Be perfect for high tea...
 * Gerome: It says here there's a special feature on that piece on another page.
 * Brady: No kidding?! Er, you mind if I flip to it?
 * Gerome: Be my guest.
 * Brady: Thanks! Sorry. I'll be quick. Let's see... Ah! Here we go. Oh, yeah, that's a beaut. Hmm. Whaddya think? Could I pull it off?
 * Gerome: I think it would suit you well.
 * Brady: No kiddin'? Hmm... Maybe I should go for it.
 * Gerome: The price is quite reasonable. It seems a fair deal to me? Any objections if I turn back the page while you decide?
 * Brady: Goin' back to look at those masks again? Sure, whatever.
 * Gerome: ...What are your thoughts on this one here?
 * Brady: Not bad. The color ain't flashy, but the craftsmanship's obvious. I'd say it's pretty slick!
 * Gerome: Right?
 * Brady: Hmm... This is tough...
 * Gerome: Indeed it is...

W/ Kjelle

 * Kjelle: Mm... A dip in the springs sounds nice. I'm not about to lower my guard entirely, but the occasional break is important.
 * Cynthia: You said it! Especially for you, Kjelle. Your shoulders must be one big knot by now!
 * Kjelle: You can tell?
 * Cynthia: It's not hard to guess! You practically sleep in that armor. I doubt I could even walk in it, let alone fight!
 * Kjelle: Indeed. It's like an extension of my body by this point. And wearing it makes me feel...at ease, somehow. Growing up, we never knew when the next attack was coming. We couldn't relax if we weren't armed to the teeth. And even then...
 * Cynthia: Yeah...
 * Kjelle: Anyway, I've kept up the habit, even after coming back to this time. But I won't lie. There are times when it takes a toll on a body. Which is why I'm all for a nice, long soak. Once the battle's over, we can all hop in.
 * Cynthia: What did you say? Just now, you...
 * Kjelle: What, did I say something strange?
 * Cynthia: Well, no, but yes. It wasn't strange, which is what made it so strange. Er, I mean... It's just awfully rare to hear you talk about wanting to do anything with the rest of us.
 * Kjelle: What?! What's that supposed to mean? Am I some sad, lonely outcast to you?!
 * Cynthia: Not sad and lonely so much as...stern, maybe? I mean, take the other day, when we were sparring and you knocked me on my rump. You walked up to me and just kind of sneered down at me like... "Ugh." Or something like that, anyway. But you get the general picture.
 * Kjelle: D-don't be ridiculous. I've never made any such sound, and I don't scowl like that!
 * Cynthia: Really? Because I thought I pretty much nailed it.
 * Kjelle: Well, you thought wrong! ...Even I want to spend time with others every once in a while, all right?
 * Cynthia: Well, color me surprised!
 * Kjelle: ...... But no... You're right. Maybe it's best if I didn't join you all this time around.
 * Cynthia: Huh? Wait, what? Why?
 * Kjelle: Don't worry about it. I'll just wait until you all are done.
 * Cynthia: Hey, no! Don't do that! What's wrong? Why the sudden change?
 * Kjelle: Sorry. I um... I should get back to the fight. Kjelle leaves
 * Cynthia: Don't be like that Kjelle...

W/ Lucina

 * Severa: *Sigh*
 * Lucina: Was that a good sigh or a bad sigh, Severa?
 * Severa: Oh, Lucina. Hello. I was just caught up in watching the steam rise off of the pools. It's mesmerizing.
 * Lucina: It really is.
 * Severa: Brings up all sorts of memories... I don't need to tell you that most of them from the future aren't happy ones.
 * Lucina: Yes, I...I can imagine.
 * Severa: When we arrived in this time, my first thought was wow, our parents had it easy. I mean, just look at all they have. We grew up on the tales of their struggles, but old war stories are always embellished.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Severa: But then I took a closer look and saw them working harder than we ever did. They're even more amazing than the stories make them out to be.
 * Lucina: I agree completely. We still have so far to go before we can call ourselves their equals. Each day, I'm reminded that we're still just children.
 * Severa: Excuse me? What are you babbling about? YOU don't count. You're an exception.
 * Lucina: Sorry?
 * Severa: You're freakishly strong, smart, AND charismatic. I guess that's breeding for you.
 * Lucina: Oh, I'm hardly...
 * Severa: Ugh, and modest. Just stop already.
 * Lucina: ...Just between us, there are times when I really struggle.
 * Severa: What, really?
 * Lucina: Of course. Any boons aside, the exalt's bloodline brings with it a crushing weight. Not a day goes by that I do not flinch under the weight of others' expectations. Or still worse, my own.
 * Severa: Huh. Even the mighty Lucina has her moments of doubt.
 * Lucina: I'm only human. Still, I try my best to see my lineage as an opportunity. To do good. To make change. Heh, that's something I inherited from my father, as much as the blood we share.
 * Severa: Hah, the resemblance is apparent. I wonder if that optimism isn't the real legacy of the exalted line.
 * Lucina: Perhaps... I would be proud if it were so.

Morgan (Male)
(Note: These conversations will only trigger if Morgan is not their son.)

W/ Inigo

 * Morgan: ......
 * Inigo: Uhh, Morgan? Everything all right? You're just staring off into space.
 * Morgan: Oh, Inigo! Sorry, I was just running through strategies in my head. If I can come up with something good, it'll help lighten my mother's load.
 * Inigo: Aw, that's great. Here, let me help. I'm all for helping out Avatar!
 * Morgan: Wow, Inigo, I'm impressed! It doesn't stop you even if she's someone's wife or mother, does it? Still, I'm afraid I can't let you have her. Got to keep the family peace. You understand.
 * Inigo: Umm... I'm not sure YOU do? I think you've misunderstood my intentions here. I really just meant I wanted to help out as a friend and fellow soldier.
 * Morgan: Oh, really? Gosh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you were doing your usual gigolo thing. In that case, I'd love your help!
 * Inigo: Sheesh, what kind of animal do you take me for? Actually, don't answer that. What sort of plan did you have in mind?
 * Morgan: I was thinking of hitting the spring with lightning.
 * Inigo: What?!
 * Morgan: I was just reading a while ago about how lightning travels through water! If that's the case, then zapping the water should leave all the bad guys crispy, right?!
 * Inigo: Yeah, and most of the good guys too! No, no way. We are NOT doing that. Gah, I can just see them all floating in the springs now... Is that what you want?!
 * Morgan: Hmm, I suppose not. Oh well. Better keep thinking, then.
 * Inigo: Phew, I'm glad I stopped to ask...
 * Morgan: Ooh! What about using flame magic to bring the pools to a boil?! We'll stew the Risen and end this battle in one fell swoop!
 * Inigo: Bleh, most disgusting soup ever... Can we find a plan that lets us win and still actually enjoy the baths afterward?
 * Morgan: Hmm, good point. I don't think I want to go for a soak in undead stock. Something else, then... This is pretty tough!
 * Inigo: I think it's great your ideas are so...unique, Morgan. But, um... Perhaps they're a bit TOO imaginative? And by that I mean sociopathic. Have you got anything a little more, I don't know, normal? Something nice and basic?
 * Morgan: Something basic... Ooh, I know! Yes, that's perfect! You gave me just the answer I was looking for!
 * Inigo: I did? Dare I even ask?

W/ Brady

 * Brady: Hey, Morgan. Still no luck with them memories of yours?
 * Morgan: Not yet, I'm afraid.
 * Brady: Sorry to hear it. Hopefully soon, though. You tried different ways of jogging it? Shock therapy and all that?
 * Morgan: More than I probably ought to have! I've tried falling from great heights, hitting my head against walls, you name it. Still no memories, and probably a few hairline fractures for my trouble...
 * Brady: That sounds like an awful lot of shock and not much therapy. You gotta be careful. Well, anyway, I just... Oh! Why not try going for a soak after we nix these Risen?
 * Morgan: Sure, but...why?
 * Brady: Hot springs are supposed to be good for your health, right? Maybe they can fix whatever's wrong with ya.
 * Morgan: An interesting theory! Leave it to an expert healer to bring in fresh ideas!
 * Brady: I've actually been studyin' the therapeutic effects of spots like this for a while now.
 * Morgan: Oh, right! I saw a sign nearby that bore a list of them!
 * Brady: They're good for all kinds of ailments. Muscle stiffness, joint pain, circulation, you name it.
 * Morgan: Hmm, no. I recall it mentioned something else... Ah! That's right, it was "highly effective against amnesia"!
 * Brady: What?! You serious? Then what are you doing? Get in there already!
 * Morgan: You think I should submerge myself head first for a while?
 * Brady: Uh...why don't you start by just bathin' like a normal person...?
 * Morgan: Ooh! Another novel insight!
 * Brady: I'd say your plan was a lot more novel than mine. Also dumber. So where'd you see that sign, anyway? Which spring was it? Let's go for a dunk!
 * Morgan: What, together? Wait, are you hunting after lost memories too? Are we brothers in oblivion?!
 * Brady: No, you nutball. I'm comin' along to make sure you don't drown yourself! Now c'mon, let's go! March!
 * Morgan: Yes, sir!

Morgan (Female)
(Note: These conversations will only trigger if Morgan is not their daughter.)

W/ Cynthia

 * Cynthia: I STILL don't see why they had to yell at us like that!
 * Morgan: Well, I suppose we might have gotten just a teensy bit out of hand... Not that we can really be blamed, this being our first time at a hot spring and all. But I guess I can kinda, sort, maaaybe see where they were coming from.
 * Cynthia: Oh, don't be ridiculous. That was just a bit of innocent fun! All we did is barely touch the water and make a few little ripples.
 * Morgan: Well, yes, at first...
 * Cynthia: All right, granted, then we started splashing each other a little. And then kind of a lot, and then we were both completely soaked.
 * Morgan: ...Along with everyone near us. In retrospect, that was probably where we crossed the line.
 * Cynthia: Oh, they were having fun too. You could see it in their faces!
 * Morgan: Well, yes... But I don't think the fact that we dragged them into our fun was the issue. It was probably more of a "let's take care of the murderous undead first" sort of thing.
 * Cynthia: Hmm. Okay, that one's a fair point. But still, that's no reason to gang up on us!
 * Morgan: A fair objection. If they were all joining in by the end, it's hardly fair to just blame us.
 * Cynthia: There's only one thing for it, Morgan. As soon as the fighting is done, we'll play the mother of all pranks on them!
 * Morgan: The mother of ALL pranks?
 * Cynthia: All of them. And with my heroic charisma and your brain for strategy, it'll be a cinch! I call it Project Prankmaster Extreme!
 * Morgan: Wait, how exactly does your charisma figure in to coming up with a plan?

W/ Severa

 * Severa: Phew... That last one was tough.
 * Morgan: Sure was! ...Pfft, ha ha ha ha!
 * Severa: Huh? What in the world are you laughing like a lunatic about?
 * Morgan: Ha ha... S-sorry, I just... *snort* Paaah ha ha ha!
 * Severa: Get ahold of yourself, would you? And I'm still waiting on that explanation! We're in the midst of combat here. I'll thank you NOT to be a distraction. Look, even Chrom is glaring at you!
 * Morgan: S-sorry! *gasp* I'm sorry... Ha ha... I was just...heh...just remembering a story my father told me the other day...
 * Severa: What?! Morgan, this is REALLY not the time to be revisiting small talk. Honestly... Sometimes I wonder if that tiny head of yours isn't just full of fluff...
 * Morgan: Heh, okay, okay. Sorry...
 * Severa: *Sigh* Well, go on, out with it. What's this story that has you so in stitches?
 * Morgan: Okay, so! There was this girl, and she loved this boy, but she was too shy to tell him...
 * Severa: And...?
 * Morgan: And so she started teasing him mercilessly instead. In the end, he got totally fed up! She never got to talk to him again! Ha ha! Haaa ha ha ha hee hee!
 * Severa: What? Morgan, that's not funny at all! It's a dreadful story!
 * Morgan: Maybe it wasn't the story so much as the way he told it. It was completely hilarious! Father says there's a Outrealm where people go to hear stories like these.
 * Severa: What's it called, the Stupidrealm? I don't know which is more mystifying—that story, or you finding it funny. ...Though I suppose that's part of what makes you so damned agreeable.
 * Morgan: Huh?
 * Severa: I mean, come on. You couldn't dream up a more suspicious character than you. An amnesiac from the future? Please. Only a fool would take that story at face value! And yet everyone around the camp totally fawns over you... It makes no sense.
 * Morgan: Hm? Severa...is something on your mind?
 * Severa: Wh-what? No! And don't go making any weird assumptions...or else!
 * (Severa leaves)
 * Morgan: Hmm...

US Version

 * Owain: Hey, Yarne. Got a minute?
 * Yarne: Wait, why are you talking like a normal person? It's unsettling.
 * Owain: Hey, give it a rest. Even I have my undramatic moments, all right?
 * Yarne: No boiling blood? No "down, sword arm!" ...Nothing? Because you're really throwing me off here. Did you forget how or something?
 * Owain: Heh... Far be it for the scion of heroes to leave a challenge unanswered. Nay, I shall prove beyond all doubt that the chosen one never forgets! Not even—
 * Yarne: Actually, forget it. Stop. Really! Please! Ears...bleeding...
 * Owain: You don't have to be mean about it...
 * Yarne: Anyway, you needed something?
 * Owain: Oh, right. I was just thinking back to how things were in the future. And I can't shake the feeling this era's kind of...I don't know, tepid? By comparison? What do you think?
 * Yarne: Tepid? Owain, just how hot were your baths? You're liable to boil yourself to extinction!
 * Owain: Not the water temperature, you goon. I mean the state of the world. Our condition. Things were more intense before. Or maybe just grimmer.
 * Yarne: The future definitely wins for grimness, yes. Take this battle. Seems like all anybody's talking about is enjoying the springs after.
 * Owain: And I'm not saying it's bad. Resting up is crucial when you're fighting a long war. But I still can't shake the feeling that we can't afford to waste any time here...
 * Yarne: Really? I'm all for it. Any time spent not in combat is time well spent in my book!
 * Owain: But don't you think there are other things we could be doing in the fight for peace?
 * Yarne: W-well, sure. And I'll grant that everything you're saying makes perfect sense... Which is REALLY throwing me off. If I thought normal-talking Owain was weird, normal-thinking Owain is just... *shudder*
 * Owain: All right, that's enough already!

EU Version

 * Owain: Hey, Yarne. Have you got a minute?
 * Yarne: Wait, why are you talking like a normal person? It's unsettling.
 * Owain: Hey, give it a rest. Even I have my undramatic moments, all right?
 * Yarne: No boiling blood? No "down, sword arm!" ...Nothing? Because you're really throwing me off here. Did you forget how or something?
 * Owain: Heh... Far be it for the scion of heroes to leave a challenge unanswered. Nay, I shall prove beyond all doubt that the chosen one never forgets! Not even—
 * Yarne: Actually, forget it. Stop. Really! Please! My ears... They're bleeding...
 * Owain: You don't have to be rude about it...
 * Yarne: Anyway, did you need something?
 * Owain: Oh, right. I was just thinking back to how things were in the future. And I can't shake the feeling this era is... I don't know, tepid by comparison? What do you think?
 * Yarne: Tepid? Owain, just how hot were your baths?! You're liable to boil yourself to extinction!
 * Owain: Not the water temperature, you idiot. I mean the state of the world. Our condition. Things were more intense before. Or maybe just grimmer.
 * Yarne: The future definitely wins for grimness, yes. Take this battle. Seems like all anybody's talking about is enjoying the springs later.
 * Owain: And I'm not saying it's bad. Resting up is crucial when you're fighting a long war. But I still can't shake the feeling that we can't afford to waste any time here...
 * Yarne: Really? I'm all for it. Any time spent not in combat is time well spent in my book!
 * Owain: But don't you think there are other things we could be doing in the fight for peace?
 * Yarne: W-well, yes. And I'll grant that everything you're saying makes perfect sense... Which is REALLY throwing me off. If I thought normal-talking Owain was weird, normal-thinking Owain is just... *shudder*
 * Owain: All right, that's enough!

US Version

 * Yarne: ......
 * Inigo: Yarne? What are you doing? Why are you just standing there?
 * Yarne: There's...there's water everywhere. But it's HOT. There's HOT WATER EVERYWHERE!
 * Inigo: Heh. Pretty impressive, huh? I don't blame you for being awed at the sight. We never had anything like this i—
 * Yarne: I'M GONNA GO EXTINCT!
 * Inigo: Gah?! Wh-what are you...? Huh?!
 * Yarne: INIGO!
 * Inigo: What is it?!
 * Yarne: I'll never ask for anything again, I swear—just protect me from the bad water!
 * Inigo: Bad… Wait, what? Yarne, what in the world are you talking about?!
 * Yarne: Rabbits don't like getting wet! This place is like a scene from my moistest nightmares!
 * Inigo: What? That's news to me. You never seemed to have a problem wading through rivers and seawater in combat.
 * Yarne: Sure, but that was COLD water! This, though... This is hot! And awful! And I'll catch a chill as I dry, and then I'll DIE! ...Or worse, I'll trip and wind up floating in a giant stewpot! Inigo, have you ever heard a story about a rabbit in a stewpot that ended well? Aaah! I can't do this! I'm gonna wind up boiled and tender and delicious and extinct!
 * Inigo: Yeesh, Yarne, calm down. It's nowhere near hot enough to boil someone. Here... See?
 * Yarne: AAAAAAH! You splashed me! It's on my fur! It's hot! I'm melting! It's all going dark!
 * Inigo: Wow, you weren't kidding about not liking to get wet. I'm...impressed? Terrified?
 * Yarne: YOU'RE terrified?! What about ME?! Now come on, please! Save me from the water!
 * Inigo: Well, I can't very well ignore a friend begging me for help... All right, Yarne, sure. I'll protect you. As long as we're here, you can count on me to keep you safe and dry.
 * Yarne: Oh, thank you, Inigo! I don't care what women everywhere say, you're the best transtemporal guy I know!
 * Inigo: ...Uh, thanks. I think.
 * Yarne: Anyway, thanks again! I'm in your hands for the rest of the battle! I hereby dub thee Sir Inigo, Captain of the Yarnesguard!
 * Inigo: Oookay, then. Heh. Whatever makes you happy, buddy...

EU Version

 * Yarne: ......
 * Inigo: Yarne? What are you doing? Why are you just standing there?
 * Yarne: There's...there's water everywhere. But it's HOT. There's HOT WATER EVERYWHERE!
 * Inigo: Heh. Pretty impressive, huh? I don't blame you for being awed at the sight. We never had anything like this i—
 * Yarne: I'M GONNA GO EXTINCT!
 * Inigo: Gah?! Wh-what are you...? Huh?!
 * Yarne: INIGO!
 * Inigo: What is it?!
 * Yarne: I'll never ask for anything again, I swear—just protect me from that horrible water!
 * Inigo: …Wait, what? Yarne, what in the world are you talking about?!
 * Yarne: Rabbits don't like getting wet! This place is like a scene from my soggiest nightmares!
 * Inigo: What? That's news to me. You never seemed to have a problem wading through rivers and sea water in combat.
 * Yarne: Sure, but that was COLD water! This, though... This is hot! And awful! And I'll catch a chill as I dry, and then I'll DIE! ...Or worse, I'll trip and wind up floating in a giant stewpot! Inigo, have you ever heard a story about a rabbit in a stewpot that ended well? Aaah! I can't do this! I'm gonna wind up boiled and tender and delicious and extinct!
 * Inigo: Come on, Yarne, calm down. It's nowhere near hot enough to boil someone. Here... See?
 * Yarne: AAAAAAH! You splashed me! It's on my fur! It's hot! I'm melting! It's all going dark!
 * Inigo: Wow, you weren't kidding about not liking to get wet. I'm impressed…or is it worried?
 * Yarne: YOU'RE worried?! What about ME?! Now come on, please! Save me from the water!
 * Inigo: Well, I can't very well ignore a friend begging me for help... All right, Yarne, sure. I'll protect you. As long as we're here, you can count on me to keep you safe and dry.
 * Yarne: Oh, thank you, Inigo! I don't care what women everywhere say, you're the best transtemporal guy I know!
 * Inigo: ...Uh, thanks. I think.
 * Yarne: Anyway, thanks again! I'm in your hands for the rest of the battle! I hereby dub thee Sir Inigo, Captain of the Yarnesguard!
 * Inigo: Oookay, then. Heh. Whatever makes you happy, buddy...

US Version

 * Yarne: Gah, all this steam! The mugginess is killing me...
 * Gerome: You're surrounded by hot springs. Best you resigned yourself to a little humidity. ...Hm? What is that?
 * Yarne: What's what?
 * Gerome: Behind you.
 * Yarne: Behind... GAH?! M-m-monkeys! A whole pack of them! Why are they here?!
 * Gerome: Seems they're coming down the mountain in droves. That's quite the little army forming behind you.
 * Yarne: Eeep! What are they all crowding around ME for?!
 * Gerome: Maybe they think you're one of them?
 * Yarne: Ugh, RUDE! I'm a bunny, not a monkey!
 * Gerome: Tell that to the fellow picking through your back hair.
 * Yarne: That's back FUR, thank you very— OUCH! Hey, quit tugging, you little flea trap!
 * Gerome: Quite the scene, really. I don't suppose I've ever seen a monkey groom a rabbit before. It's rather charming, actually.
 * Yarne: I'm so thrilled you think so... Now GET THEM OFF ME, GEROME!
 * Gerome: What? Why? They're just being friendly.
 * Yarne: I'll stick with human friends! And I— ARGH! That REALLY hurts! Stop yanking at my ears, you monster! I need those attached, thank you very— OW!
 * Gerome: *Sigh* Fine. Hold still a moment.
 * Yarne: Whew! Thanks, Gero— AHH!
 * Gerome: Waugh?!
 * Yarne: It just snatched your mask and ran! Don't just stand there—after that monkey!

EU Version

 * Yarne: Gah, all this steam! The mugginess is killing me...
 * Gerome: You're surrounded by hot springs. It's best that you resign yourself to a little humidity. ...Hm? What's that?
 * Yarne: What's what?
 * Gerome: Behind you.
 * Yarne: Behind... GAH?! M-m-monkeys! A whole pack of them! Why are they here?!
 * Gerome: Seems they're coming down the mountain in droves. That's quite the little army forming behind you.
 * Yarne: Eeep! What are they all crowding around ME for?!
 * Gerome: Maybe they think you're one of them?
 * Yarne: Hey! That's rude! I'm a bunny, not a monkey!
 * Gerome: Tell that to the fellow picking through your back hair.
 * Yarne: That's back FUR, thank you very— OUCH! Hey, stop tugging, you little flea trap!
 * Gerome: This is quite a scene. I don't think I've ever seen a monkey grooming a rabbit before. It's rather charming, actually.
 * Yarne: I'm so thrilled you think so... Now GET THEM OFF ME, GEROME!
 * Gerome: What? Why? They're just being friendly.
 * Yarne: I'll stick with human friends! And I— ARGH! That REALLY hurts! Stop yanking at my ears, you monster! I need those attached, thank you very— OW!
 * Gerome: *Sigh* Fine. Hold still a moment.
 * Yarne: Whew! Thanks, Gero— AHH!
 * Gerome: Waaarrgh!
 * Yarne: It just snatched your mask and ran! Don't just stand there—after that monkey!

W/ Inigo

 * Laurent: Might I have a moment?
 * Inigo: Hm? Sure. What is it?
 * Laurent: You wish to become a dancer, do you not?
 * Inigo: What? H-how did... Where did you hear that?
 * Laurent: A little bird told me while I was on my daily rounds gathering intelligence around camp. To the extent of my knowledge, male dancer aspirants are quite rare. I am extremely curious to see just what manner of dance you would perform. Might I request a demonstration?
 * Inigo: Uhh... I think I'll pass. We're kind of in the middle of combat here.
 * Laurent: Indeed. Precisely the circumstances under which your mother dances. If your performance bore a similar effect, it would be a considerable asset in battle. Is that not sufficient cause to try it here and see?
 * Inigo: Yes. Er, no... Whichever means "no, thanks" in this situation. Sorry, but no.
 * Laurent: Might I ask why not? Is my logic somehow mistaken?
 * Inigo: No, it's flawless. As usual. It's just...I really don't want to dance in a place like this.
 * Laurent: A place like...what, precisely? Are there some unfavorable conditions here?
 * Inigo: Well...yeah. For one, you're watching me.
 * Laurent: I see... So my spectating is an invalidating condition. Yet you DO wish to become a dancer, do you not? I'm a bit puzzled as to why a performer would balk at the prospect of an audience.
 * Inigo: It's...complicated.
 * Laurent: I've extensive patience and no aversion to difficult subjects. I'm all ears, Inigo.
 * Inigo: It's just... You know.
 * Laurent: I'm afraid not, or else I wouldn't be asking. Now please explain this aversion.
 * Inigo: It's EMBARRASSING, all right?!
 * (Inigo leaves)
 * Laurent: ...A concise response, but still inscrutable. Why ought a professional feel embarrassed? This demands further investigation. I'll not be letting you off the hook so easily, Inigo.

W/ Brady

 * Brady: *Sigh*
 * Laurent: Something troubling you?
 * Brady: Eh? Oh, no. Just... I ran across a guard a minute ago. He was hurt, so I figured I'd patch him up. But before I got a word in, he took one look at me, screamed, and then ran...
 * Laurent: He thought you were the enemy?
 * Brady: I guess?
 * Laurent: A ridiculous affront. You're a paragon of kindness, constantly caring for others. A jewel among our ranks.
 * Brady: L-Laurent...
 * Laurent: Though your face is regrettably... Regrettable.
 * Brady: Gwaugh!
 * Laurent: Your menacing mien hardly bespeaks a man of the cloth.
 * Brady: You think I need you to tell me that?!
 * Laurent: Truth be told, I overheard some of the locals whispering shortly after we arrived. After seeing you, they were convinced they had been beset by barbarian bandits.
 * Brady: Bandits?! You gotta be kidding me...
 * Laurent: My apologies. I ought not have put it so bluntly.
 * Brady: No... It's fine. Thanks for telling me straight. Guess I'd better start thinking of ways not to scare people off anymore.
 * Laurent: An admirable pursuit. I wholeheartedly support it.
 * Brady: Not sure I can really do anything about my mug, though. Hmm... Personality, then?
 * Laurent: A fellow's personality can be harder to change than his face in some cases. Why not focus on appearances first?
 * Brady: We already established I can't change my face! Whaddya want me to do here?
 * Laurent: There's more to a person's appearance than just his face, Brady.
 * Brady: Yeah?
 * Laurent: Absolutely. I shall take the matter under consideration and report back soon.
 * Brady: All right. Thanks!

W/ Lucina

 * Noire: Bwaa ha ha! WRITHE BEFORE ME! Though death may overlook you, I shall not! The toll for despoiling these springs shall be paid in blood and pain! Now, come! Crash against me and be dashed like waves against the rocky shore!
 * Lucina: You're absolutely right, Noire. The people here won't be safe until the Risen are gone.
 * (US): Let's try to settle this quickly!
 * (EU): Let's try to finish this quickly!
 * Noire: Aye, justice is ever swift as it is implacable, and these maggots have been judged! Let them now face their rightful sentence at my hand—BLOOD AND THUNDER! ALSO, I HAVE A QUESTION!
 * Lucina: Sure, what is it?
 * Noire: ...Why does it never seem to faze you when I snap?
 * Lucina: Snap? I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I must not have been paying attention.
 * Noire: No, I mean... You didn't notice anything, I don't know, different about me?
 * (US): When I get mad, I'm...a little scary. I speak differently. I'm basically a different person.
 * (EU): When I get angry, I'm...a little scary. I talk differently. I'm basically a different person.
 * Lucina: ...... ...What?
 * Noire: You don't... Wait, you really don't know what I'm talking about?!
 * Lucina: You're you, Noire. Who else would you be? I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea what you mean.
 * Noire: ...Eeek! It's not natural!
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Lucina: Wha— Noire?! Where are you going? And be careful running!
 * (US): The ground is slick here—you could slip and fall!
 * (EU): The ground is wet here—you could slip and fall!

W/ Kjelle

 * Noire: Nrgh... This steam... Every breath I draw is like... like fire in my lungs... But no... Need to...acclimate myself. Need to...be able to adapt to any conditions... I can't continue to be so frail, or I'll never be able to keep up... This is training, Noire... You just need to hold out...a little longer... *Huff* Just...*pant*...a little...Aah! Noire collapses
 * Kjelle: Noire?!
 * Noire: Ngh...Hmm?
 * Kjelle: Noire, are you all right?!
 * Noire: Kjelle? When did you...?
 * Kjelle: You looked unsteady, so I came over to check on you. Sure enough, you passed out for a second there.
 * Noire: And...you caught me?
 * Kjelle: Huh? Er, yeah. I guess...
 * Noire: Wow, saved by Kjelle...
 * Noire: Why do you say it like it's such a shock?
 * Noire: No, I didn't mean... I'm sorry. It's no shock. Just...a pleasant surprise, I suppose. It's just a bit uncommon, is all.
 * Kjelle: That's not true at all! I'm always... Well, sometimes... All right, rarely... So maybe I haven't ever helped you before, but that wasn't intentional. I mean, we ARE allies, after all...
 * Noire: We are. And I thank you.
 * Kjelle: A-anyway! We should get you to some fresh air. Can you stand?
 * Noire: I think so... But could I borrow your shoulder for the first few steps?
 * Kjelle: Of course.

W/ Lucina

 * Lucina: The ground is slippery there, Nah. Make certain you tread carefully.
 * Nah: Right! Thanks, Luci— AAH!
 * Lucina: Watch out! Honestly, Nah, that wasn't but three seconds after I warned you...
 * Nah: I'm sorry...
 * Lucina: You didn't hurt anything, did you? No scraped knees or bumps?
 * Nah: Nope. I'm fine, thanks to you catching me.
 * Lucina: Well, good.
 * Nah: I'm a little surprised, though.
 * Lucina: Oh? Startled from the fall, or...?
 * Nah: Sometimes you have the tendency to treat me like a child, Lucina. Usually, if someone told me a wet floor was slippery, I'd yell back, "I know that!"
 * Lucina: Y-yes, clearly... I'm sorry, Nah.
 * Nah: No! Don't apologize! I'm saying you're the only person who doesn't make me mad about it.
 * Lucina: Oh. Er, I am?
 * Nah: You are. All my life, I've tried really hard to be grown up and self-sufficient. That's why it really stings when people treat me like a child. But for some strange reason, I don't mind when it's you. It's almost the opposite. Like I'm happy for the attention. Happy to know you're looking out for me.
 * Lucina: Heh, well, I'm very glad to hear it. Appearances being appearances, I have a bad habit of seeing you as a little sister. If it ever bothers you, feel free to mention it right away, okay?
 * Nah: It doesn't! At all. In fact, I'm really glad to hear you think of me as a little sister. I'm also glad to have figured out why it doesn't bother me!

W/ Kjelle

 * Kjelle: So this is a hot spring, eh? I didn't really know what to expect. We didn't exactly have the chance to see any growing up, you know?
 * Nah: Um, actually...
 * Kjelle: Hm? What, you did? Really? Back in our time?
 * Nah: Yes. Well, yes and no. I did visit one. Just once...
 * Kjelle: Huh! Color me surprised. I wouldn't have thought we still had anything like that left. I'm envious.
 * Nah: Well, don't be. It's...not a very happy memory.
 * Kjelle: Oh? Do you mind if I ask what happened?
 * Nah: I was escorting a group in charge of procuring weapons. We passed by a mountain village built around a hot spring. We wanted to stay, but our mission came first, so we pressed on...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Nah: Along the way, we talked about how fun it would be to stop by on the way home. ...But when we passed by again, the village was nothing but splinters and ash.
 * Kjelle: Risen?
 * Nah: Yes... There was a kind old lady at the inn who gave us lunch when we passed through. But when we came back, the property was burned beyond recognition... She was gone. They were all gone... Every one of them... *sniff*
 * Kjelle: I get it, Nah. You don't have to say another word.
 * Nah: And...being here now, I can't help but remember... *Hic* *sob*!
 * Kjelle: Nah...you'll just have to use this opportunity to rewrite those sad memories.
 * Nah: Rewrite them?
 * Kjelle: Yeah. The Risen have come to this hot spring too. Left alone, they'd raze the place just the same as they did to the town you saw.
 * Nah: ......
 * Kjelle: But we're not going to let them do that, are we? We'll mop the floor with them and then enjoy a nice, leisurely bath after!
 * Nah: Kjelle... Okay. This time I'm not letting them drive anyone off. No losing anyone else!
 * Kjelle: That's the spirit!

W/ Basilio

 * Basilio: If it isn't the beacon of happiness, Walhart. With a grimace like that, you'll have even your comrades running for the hills. ...Oh, right. I forgot. You don't NEED any comrades.
 * Walhart: If only your weapon received half as much practice as that glib tongue of yours.
 * Basilio: Uh-huh. So why are you here again? You look more out of place at the hot springs than these Risen do.
 * Walhart: ...Hmph. How strange. I had thought that eyepatch simply hid some old battle scar... But I see now it just prevents you from assessing the world twice as poorly.
 * Basilio: You're one to talk, beady-eyes. Can you even see through all this steam?
 * Walhart: A feeble salvo of words against the man who nearly killed you. Shall I dismiss your remarks as the madness of a weakling and a craven?
 * Basilio: You could try—
 * Walhart: Careful. If you draw your weapon, I must take it as a challenge. I would have no choice but to crush you where you stand.
 * Basilio: Rrgh... Forget it. You're not worth it. I didn't come here to cross blades with a lunatic like you.
 * Walhart: Well, if you're done singing, cricket, hop, hop away.
 * Basilio: I WOULD if you'd stop trying to get in the last word!
 * Walhart: Like this?
 * Basilio: ARGH! NEVER MIND! I hope you fall over and drown before the battle is done!
 * (Basilio leaves)
 * Walhart: Heh...

W/ Priam

 * Priam: Walhart... I see that not even these waters can quiet your lust for battle. If I didn't know better, I'd say your aura alone keeps the water aboil.
 * Walhart: I could say the same. The energies surrounding you set the air aspark. Even in all this steam, you crackle like a beacon. My humors tremble in the face of so worthy a swordsman.
 * Priam: I know the quickening you speak of. But what I feel now is different... Could it be fear? I have faced myriad champions in duels to the death and survived every one. But I look at you now and struggle to picture my sword buried in that armor.
 * Walhart: Aye, just as I sense that you stand as the greatest threat to my conquest. You are a boulder in my path, Priam—one that must be removed.
 * Priam: Then let's finish this conversation blade to blade.
 * Walhart: Yes! Show me how you wield that bloodthirsty demon at your side!
 * Priam: The strong are drawn to the strong. Our very nature compels us.
 * Walhart: So it seems. Now have at you!
 * Soldier: ...Help! It's the Risen!
 * Priam: Damn. We'll finish this later.
 * Walhart: Indeed we will...

W/ Lissa

 * Lissa: Hey, Emm!
 * Emmeryn: ...Lissa?
 * Lissa: You want to pop into the hot springs once we finish kicking Risen carcass? We can have water fights and see who can hold her breath longer—just like old times! The springs are so huge, we could probably have swim races too. And we won't tell Chrom because he's a big grump and will say we need to behave.
 * Emmeryn: Chrom...won't be there?
 * Lissa: What?! Emm! ...Brother or not, Chrom can't come into the hot springs with us! They're for bathing. The men and women have to use separate areas.
 * Emmeryn: Won't he be...lonely?
 * Lissa: Listen—a lady needs to have her privacy, so don't you dare invite him. I mean it! He'd do anything for you, you know? And I really don't want to picture him diving into a pool of naked women, shouting—"Hold on! I'm coming!"
 * Emmeryn: You sound...just like him...
 * Lissa: Hah! I know. I should start charging people for the act. Anyway—you, me, hot springs. It's a date. Okay?

W/ Gangrel

 * Gangrel: So, uh...Emmeryn.
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Gangrel: Would you rather I left you be?
 * Emmeryn: ...No.
 * Gangrel: ...All right. Well, seeing as you and I now fight for the same cause... That is to say, I thought we ought to create more opportunities to converse.
 * Emmeryn: ...Yes.
 * Gangrel: Rrgh... I must make something clear to you—though you are free to dismiss it entirely. I have no desire for your forgiveness. I did as my position demanded at the time. No more, and no less.
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Gangrel: I simply clamored for justice! You were the one who leaped to her doom. Do I have the wrong of it?
 * Emmeryn: You don't...make any sense...
 * Gangrel: Heh. That I don't, sorry.
 * Emmeryn: Why are...you apologizing...?
 * Gangrel: What? N-no, that's not the same? I just told you I won't apologize! How dare you push me toward the precipice of remorse with your half-sentences!
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Gangrel: Rrgh... Never mind. Forget we ever spoke.
 * (Gangrel leaves)
 * Emmeryn: ...... Gangrel...

W/ Priam

 * Priam: *Sigh*
 * Yen'fay: A sigh, Sir Priam? Whatever could ail a warrior of your stature?
 * Priam: What, can I not just be tired? We HAVE been fighting an endless number of battles. I mean, I did my share of training back when I was living on the island, but still... World travel takes a lot out of a man. Otherworld travel even more so.
 * Yen'fay: Aye, but 'tis strange to hear words of defeat from a champion of your caliber.
 * Priam: ...Did you really just talk about me using the D word?
 * Yen'fay: Pray pardon, sir. I meant no offense. This side of you only makes you more fascinating. And it comes as a relief.
 * Priam: A relief?
 * Yen'fay: Aye, sir. On any day, you fight as mercilessly as a demon. Thus, whatever the cause of your present troubles, they come as a breath of fresh air. They show that the mighty Priam is human, you see.
 * Priam: Well, I've never thought of myself as anything else.
 * Yen'fay: And therein lies your power! Most men expose susceptibilities in their moments of conceit. Even me, it shames me to say... But not you, sir. Somehow you retain humanity, yet hover above human weakness.
 * Priam: That's a nice bit of poetry, but let me lay it all out for you. I'm just a man. See? A regular human. Not some super race, not some demon. And I swear to you now on this glaive that I intended no such affectations.
 * Yen'fay: ...The less you see it, the stronger you prove yourself to be.

W/ Tiki

 * Aversa: Well, if it isn't the lips of the goddess herself.
 * Tiki: ...Aversa? Why are you staring at me like I'm some sort of monster?
 * Aversa: Oh, is that how it looks? I was going for more of a "how dare you always stay so youthful it sickens me" face. It's not fair! You've lived thousands of years and still look but a maiden.
 * Tiki: You must see these things in perspective. I used to look no older than a wee child. If people who knew me then saw me now, they would be shocked by how I've aged.
 * Aversa: How long ago was this?
 * Tiki: Umm... About 2,000 years?
 * Aversa: Argh! See? You've been young far longer than you deserve! Our comrades call me a hag behind my back—heck, some to my face! By the time anyone calls YOU hag, my grandkids' grandkids will be buried.
 * Tiki: I suppose so... It is beyond my power.
 * Aversa: So when WILL you be an old hag?
 * Tiki: Too long from now to be reckoned in years. I never did ask Bantu how old HE was...
 * Aversa: Must you manakete make us all look so pathetic and small? I can't even begin to fathom what it's like to have lived two millennia.
 * Tiki: Huh? No no, I have lived three millennia. I mean, if we're splitting hairs.
 * Aversa: Th-three thousand years?! ...And to think, there's not a single strand of grey in those hairs you speak of...

W/ Gangrel

 * Aversa: Oh. Look who it is. Shouldn't crows be picking your bones clean for all the naughty things you did?
 * Gangrel: Hmph... You're one to talk, vixen. You caused Chrom and the others more trouble than I! And yet here you are, suckling off his army stores like a shameless she-leech.
 * Aversa: Guilty as charged. But you see...I've decided to put the past behind me. And as long as I see a path to happiness, I intend to seize it.
 * Gangrel: Ha! Well, aren't you a resourceful little beaver. Stabbing people in the back didn't work, so now you'll just try something else?
 * Aversa: Waggle your tongue at me all you want, dog. See if I care.
 * Gangrel: I'm not the one retching forth nugget after nugget of half-witted provocation! Argh... Blazing hells! Just being around you fills me with rage!
 * Aversa: The feeling is mutual, I assure you. You remind me of past embarrassments I'd rather forget. So do us both a favor and don't slink so close to me next time.
 * Gangrel: Peh. Suit yourself, wench!

W/ Emmeryn

 * Emmeryn: Lissa...
 * Lissa: What's the matter, Emm? Trying to beat me to the hot springs, is that it?
 * Emmeryn: Do you...hate Chrom...?
 * Lissa: WHAT?! ...Seriously, what? Oh, you mean because I said I didn't want to take a bath with him? Don't worry. I love Chrom a bunch. Just not in a weird, creepy way.
 * Emmeryn: You...mean it?
 * Lissa: Of course! You know, it wasn't too long ago that I thought you were...you know. I cried my eyes out every single day. Trust me. I was a mess. There were even days I wished I was dead just so I could be with you. But you know who pulled me through it? Chrom.
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Lissa: The sadness must have been tearing him up even more. But he held all of that in check because he wanted to help me cope first.
 * Emmeryn: Chrom is...so nice...
 * Lissa: He sure is. And I'll tell you a little secret. I saw Chrom come back from visiting your sickbed one of those first nights. He was crying and thanking Naga for sending you back to him. It was like everything he was holding back opened all at once, like a floodgate. You set him free... Oh, Emm... *sniff* I'm so glad you're back.
 * Emmeryn: Lissa... Are you...crying?
 * Lissa: *Sniff* Not really, no... But when I remember Chrom's face... The tears... It was just a lot to process.
 * Emmeryn: Do you...always cry when...you're happy?
 * Lissa: Only for a special kind of happy.
 * Emmeryn: I love you, Lissa... Chrom too.
 * Lissa: Well, we love you back a hundredfold! ...But Chrom still can't come into the bath with us, and that's final.
 * Emmeryn: O...okay...

W/ Flavia

 * Anna: Flavia!
 * Flavia: Oh, Anna. Need something?
 * Anna: I was hoping I could have a word. About your hot-springs acquisition?
 * Flavia: What? Don't tell me you've already found some magic bauble to do the trick?
 * Anna: No baubles, I'm afraid. I doubt such a thing even exists.
 * Flavia: I see... Well, even a legend can't be asked to find something that doesn't exist.
 * Anna: True enough. But I was hoping you might take a look at this.
 * Flavia: Hm? What is it? A bag full of...what, some sort of powder? Rather pretty, really, with all the colors. There's white, blue...
 * Anna: This turns into your hot springs.
 * Flavia: What? This?! I'll thank you not to pull my leg, merchant! Even if I were to fill this to the brim, the bag is far too small to carry enough water! Besides, you just said yourself there was no such thing as an instant spring.
 * Anna: I said it didn't exist. Which is why my sisters and I made one.
 * Flavia: ...You did what?
 * Anna: Take a whiff of that stuff.
 * Flavia: ...I know this. It's the same as the smell from the source of the spring!
 * Anna: Exactly. Add a bit of that to a tub full of water, and you have yourself a hot spring. Same smell, even the same therapeutic effects. It's a brand-new addition to our lineup! Consider that a free sample, love.
 * Flavia: Thank you, Anna! I'd heard tales of your feats as merchants, but I never knew you were genius inventors! I'm certain my people will love it.
 * Anna: Hee hee. Another satisfied customer! We happily await your next purchase, Just Flavia.

W/ Avatar (normal)

 * Lucina: Apologies for my absence, Avatar. But the mission was a success! Feast your eyes on the sheer craftsmanship!
 * Avatar: That's um... That's lovely. Hm? Was that not the only thing you bought?
 * Lucina: No. This caught my eye, and I couldn't pass it up. Doesn't it take you back?
 * Avatar: Wait, is that... That's the same mask you wore when we first met you!
 * Lucina: Well, a wood replica, but yes! I fear I left the original in the castle courtyard. It's probably still there.
 * Avatar: Ha ha, that does bring back a few memories... Back then, I would never have imagined you were a woman. With that mask on, you were so dashing and manly and cool and collected. Not that you aren't still, of course. Er, well, not manly, exactly, but...you know.
 * Lucina: Ha ha. Well, thank you. I'm pleased to hear you saw me that way. To tell the truth, I've been half in a panic ever since I arrived in this time.
 * Avatar: Really? Then you've done a remarkable job of hiding it.
 * Lucina: Masks are good for that. The moment I first saw my father, it was all I could do not to leap into his arms. That, or break down in tears at having seen him alive after so many years. I couldn't have gotten through it if not for that mask...
 * Avatar: Lucina...
 * Lucina: No doubt I would still be a wreck now had I given in back then. And I wouldn't be standing here today with you and him...
 * Avatar: Then I suppose we all owe a great deal of thanks to that mask.
 * Lucina: ...I may have need of it again before long.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Lucina: There is no guarantee that I'll be able to return to the future once peace is won. If I'm to live out my days in this era, I can't allow myself to linger at my father's side. It would only raise questions. Cause confusion... No, it's best I lived in shadow.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Lucina: Shame I'll have to content myself with a replica then, eh? Heh, it seems half ready to splinter in my hands right now. I worry it won't long conceal my loneliness.
 * Avatar: I don't see any reason why we should lose you to the shadows. I'd wager good money Chrom would tell you the same. He wants you to stay with him.
 * Lucina: Yes, he would say that. Of course he would... But I cannot put him in that position. A mysterious woman clinging to the exalt's side, neither his wife nor his daughter? Surely you can imagine what the people would think.
 * Avatar: Perhaps...
 * Lucina: Then the answer is clear.
 * Avatar: ...I'll fix it. Somehow. I'll think of something. Some way that you can stay with Chrom without arousing any strange suspicion. What better test of a tactician's skill than concocting a plan to convince a nation?
 * Lucina: ...... Thank you, Avatar. For cheering me up. Meeting you is one of the greatest gifts this era has afforded me.
 * Avatar: R-really?
 * Lucina: Yes. I truly believe that. Now, shall we rejoin the fray? All this steam is making the mask swell and get soggy. I doubt it can take much more.
 * Avatar: Ugh, no kidding! All right, then. Guess we'd better hurry.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Lucina: Avatar. I'm touched that you would craft a strategy for my sake. But there's no need. Even if I cannot return to my own time, and even if I cannot stay with you all, I'll be fine. The time I've shared with all of you and all we've done together will keep me. It's a treasure I will cherish all my life...

W/ Male Avatar (married)

 * Avatar: How are you faring over here, Lucina?
 * Lucina: Mostly done. At this rate, we'll be finished before supper. Plenty of time for these newlyweds to enjoy their evening.
 * Avatar: Excellent! I'm sure they'll appreciate it. As will all the old couples who evacuated with them, I'm sure.
 * Lucina: Heh, yes, it did seem as though the average visitor here was...more mature. I think it's sweet, seeing couples who have shared so many years together.
 * Avatar: I hope we're still sneaking off on little trips like that when we're old and gray.
 * Lucina: Yes... ......
 * Avatar: What's wrong?
 * Lucina: Do you suppose we'll really be able to stay together that long?
 * Avatar: What? Why wouldn't we?
 * Lucina: Well, once peace is won, I'll have to try to return to my own time. ...Even if that turns out to be impossible, though, I can't remain by my father's side. But you're his tactician. His chief advisor. I don't see how our paths won't part...
 * Avatar: Lucina.
 * Lucina: And I've been charged with saving the world above all else. If, Naga forbid, I should ever have to choose between you and that mission... I couldn't allow my heart to turn me from what must be done. What right has a wife to be with her husband when she cannot put him first?
 * Avatar: She has every right. That's who she is—who YOU are. When we swore our oaths to one another, what did we promise? That Chrom and I would support you with all or might so you could fulfill your duty.
 * Lucina: But...
 * Avatar: It's all right, Lucina. No matter what you choose, or where you go, I'll be right there by your side. I promise you again, here and now. I'll stay with you and support you for all my life. And even then! If I'm killed, I'll find a way to come back. Just watch me!
 * Lucina: Don't promise such things!
 * Avatar: It's the job of a crack tactician to work miracles, isn't it? To do the impossible!
 * Lucina: But—...Pfft, ha ha ha!
 * Avatar: Wh-what? What's so funny?
 * Lucina: No, it's just... You're just so desperate to cheer me up. It's sweet. I fear I have a tendency to dwell on the negative and imagine the worst. I'm fortunate to have been blessed with such a legendarily optimistic husband.
 * Avatar: Heh. You're welcome?
 * Lucina: Thank you, Avatar... I feel a weight has been lifted from me.
 * Avatar: ......Lucina.
 * Lucina: Yes?
 * Avatar: I'll do anything it takes to see that your future is a happy one. I just...need you to know that.
 * Lucina: Avatar, I—Mmmph!
 * Avatar: ......
 * Lucina: Avatar, this is no place for...
 * Avatar: I know, and I'm sorry. No... No, I'm not. I needed to share how I felt, and that was the only way. It may not be very befitting a tactician to lose control like that, but I'm a man first.
 * Lucina: Just don't let my father see you.
 * Avatar: Gah! I didn't even think... Do you think he might have?!
 * Lucina: I'm kidding, dear. It was only for a moment. No one saw. ...And I'm glad you did it. I am a woman first, after all. And your way of sharing your feelings was very...effective. Though I may require a repeat performance once the battle's over.
 * Avatar: Heh. Umm, sure...I think I can arrange that.
 * Lucina: Lovely. Thank you.
 * Avatar: *Ahem* I, uh, I'd best be getting back to the battle now. You be careful, okay?
 * Lucina: You too.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Lucina: ...... Forgive me... Until this war is won, I cannot put you above all else. But I hope you understand how precious you are to me. I don't say it nearly enough... But I love you with all my heart. I would consider myself the luckiest woman alive were I able to grow old with you. You're the dearest thing to me in this world, and my greatest reason to save it... My one and only love...

W/ Female Avatar (mother)

 * Lucina: Apologies for my absence, Mother. But the mission was a success! Feast your eyes on the sheer craftsmanship!
 * Avatar: That's um... That's lovely. I'm a little concerned about what you plan to DO with it, but... Hm? Was that not the only thing you bought?
 * Lucina: Yes, this caught my eye, and I couldn't pass it up. Doesn't it take you back?
 * Avatar: Wait, is that... That's the same mask you wore when we first met you!
 * Lucina: Well, a wood replica, but yes! I fear I left the original in the castle courtyard. It's probably still there.
 * Avatar: Ha ha, that does bring back a few memories... Back then, I would never have imagined you were a woman. With that mask on, you were so dashing and manly and cool and collected. Not that you aren't still, of course. Er, well, not manly, exactly, but...you know.
 * Lucina: Ha ha. Well, thank you. I'm pleased to hear you saw me that way. To tell the truth, I've been half in a panic ever since I arrived in this time.
 * Avatar: Really? Then you've done a remarkable job of hiding it.
 * Lucina: Masks are good for that. The moment I saw you and father, it was all I could do not to leap into your arms. That, or break down in tears at having seen you alive again after so many years. I couldn't have gotten through it if not for that mask...
 * Avatar: Lucina...
 * Lucina: No doubt I would still be a wreck now, had I given in back then. And I wouldn't be standing here today with you and him...
 * Avatar: Then I suppose we owe a great deal of thanks to that mask.
 * Lucina: ...I may have need of it again before long.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Lucina: There is no guarantee that I'll be able to return to the future once peace is won. If I'm to live out my days in this era, I can't allow myself to linger at your side. It would only raise questions. Cause confusion... No, it's best I lived in shadow.
 * Avatar: Don't be ridiculous, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Shame I'll have to content myself with a replica then, eh? Heh, it seems half ready to splinter in my hands right now. ...I worry it won't long conceal my loneliness.
 * Avatar: I don't see any reason why we should lose you to the shadows. I know I certainly have no intention to part company with you. I'd wager good money your father would tell you the same.
 * Lucina: Yes, he would say that. You both would... But I cannot put you in that position. A mysterious woman clinging to the exalt's side, neither his wife nor his daughter? One who bears the Brand that proves her of the exalted bloodline, no less! Surely you can imagine what the people would think.
 * Avatar: Perhaps...
 * Lucina: Then the answer is clear.
 * Avatar: ...I'll fix it. Somehow, I'll think of something. Some way that you can stay with us without arousing any strange suspicion. What better test of a tactician's skill than concocting a plan to convince a nation? You need not worry about a thing, dear. I'll make it right, whatever it takes. You're my daughter!
 * Lucina: ...... Thank you, Mother. For all your love. Being with you again is one of the greatest gifts this era has afforded me. I... Mother, I love you so much.
 * Avatar: Stop. You're going to make me cry.
 * Lucina: I'm sorry, but I truly believe that. Now, shall we rejoin the fray? All this steam is making the mask swell and get soggy. I doubt it can take much more.
 * Avatar: Ugh, no kidding! All right, then. Guess we'd better hurry.
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Lucina: Mother... I'm touched that you would craft a strategy for my sake. But there's no need. Even if I cannot return to my own time, and even if I cannot stay with you, I'll be fine. The time I've shared with both of you and all we've done together will keep me. It's a treasure I will cherish all my life...

W/ Severa

 * Severa: *Sigh*
 * Lucina: Again, Severa?
 * Severa: More like still. Mostly I've decided to stop bothering to hide it around you.
 * Lucina: Hide what, exactly?
 * Severa: You're not the only one with insecurities. Or a full-blown inferiority complex...
 * Lucina: What? Why should you feel inferior? You're Cordelia's daughter. She's hailed as a genius, and those doing the hailing are impressive enough as it is. No daughter of hers has any cause to feel inadequate.
 * Severa: Yes, I'm quite familiar with my mother's talents, thanks. That's just the problem. I failed to inherit any of them. I try and I try, and still I feel I'm just barely keeping up...
 * Lucina: Severa...
 * Severa: But I can't even get anyone to acknowledge my effort, either. Whatever I do, it's because I'm the great Cordelia's daughter. That's how it's always been. Oh, sure, swans are all beauty and grace above the water's surface. Nobody bothers to notice they're flailing their legs like mad just to keep afloat...
 * Lucina: In the old story, it's the little swan that has the most trouble seeing how beautiful it is.
 * Severa: Yup, that's me! An ugly duckling! Except that I'm not going to magically grow up to be like my mother...
 * Lucina: I'm sorry. I didn't mean... That was thoughtless of me.
 * Severa: No, it's fine. You're right. Anyway, now you know. That's all I needed, was for one person to—
 * Lucina: No. If I'm the only one who knows, let me be the first to say this.
 * Severa: ...Huh?
 * Lucina: Severa, your strength is a product of your own hard work and dedication. Cordelia is an amazing woman, but you have a light in you wholly distinct from hers. I've seen it with my own eyes time and again in battles we've fought, past and future. I'm sure the others have as well. And I hope they can see where the credit for that lies.
 * Severa: Lucina... Thank you. It feels good to hear that, especially from you. I feel...vindicated. Would you maybe want to do this again sometime? Talk, I mean. Just us two? We can unload all of our pent-up complaints about our perfect parents!
 * Lucina: What?! I...I don't have any complaints about mine...
 * Severa: No? You're no fun at all. Well, whatever. You can sit there and listen to me, then. I've got enough for the both of us!
 * Lucina: Ha ha, I don't doubt it...
 * Severa: All right, let's hurry up and get through this battle. Then it's into the bath for some girl talk!

W/ Noire

 * Lucina: Noire, can we talk?
 * Noire: Wh-what about? And why do you look so contrite?
 * Lucina: I'm sorry about before.
 * (US): I only caught on after you left that you'd been upset.
 * (EU): I only realised after you left that you'd been upset.
 * Noire: Oh. Er, yes, well... It's certainly nothing you need to apologize for. It's no fault of yours that I went berserk... It's kind of a habit. Or...defining trait. I'm the one who should apologize.
 * Lucina: Not at all. I should have been more observant. I just assumed you were your usual happy self and everything was fine... I'm afraid I'm terrible at picking up on it when people around me are perturbed.
 * Noire (US): Er, I...I don't know that "perturbed" really covers it in my case... But you've always been that way. You only see the good in people. Even when they get mad, or make mistakes, you're the first to forgive them...
 * (EU): Er, I...I don't know whether "perturbed" really covers it in my case... But you've always been that way. You only see the good in people. Even when they get angry, or make mistakes, you're the first to forgive them...
 * Lucina (US): I am? I...I never thought of myself that way.
 * (EU): Am I really? I...I never thought of myself that way.
 * Noire: Hee hee. Of course not. That's part of what makes it so wonderful. You forgive people unconsciously, without the thought even crossing your mind.
 * Lucina: Well, I can't say I've ever noticed... But if I'm doing something that helps you, I'm not about to complain.
 * Noire: You are. Thank you, Lucina. And don't ever change.
 * Lucina: My pleasure. And I wouldn't worry about changing. If I'm not even aware of what I'm doing, I'm not likely to stop anytime soon!

W/ Nah

 * Nah: Hey, sis!
 * Lucina: Sis...?! Er, Nah... That's very cute, but could I ask you to drop the nickname?
 * Nah: What? Oh, but you said you thought of me like a sister... Unless you were just saying that to make me feel better?
 * Lucina: No! No, I...I truly do feel a sisterly bond with you. But shouting after each other using pet names during combat isn't... Well, let's just say it may invite confusion among the others. Can we stick to using given names instead?
 * Nah: well, if you say so... Sure, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Wonderful. Thank you, Nah.
 * Nah: Oh, I just remembered! I wanted to ask a favor of my favorite new sister.
 * Lucina: Oh? What can I do for you?
 * Nah: Once the fighting is done, will you, um... Can we go into the springs together? We never had a chance to do that in the future, you know? I never even got to take a bath with someone else in a regular tub.
 * Lucina: Yes, I think that sounds doable. I'd be happy to join you.
 * Nah: Thanks! And um... If it's not too much trouble, will you comb out my hair?
 * Lucina: Ha ha, certainly. It's been a fierce few days of fighting. I think we've all had to forsake some of the luxuries of personal maintenance. But don't you worry. I'll have you smooth and tangle free in no time at all.
 * Nah: You're the best! I can't wait!
 * Lucina: A little respite is nice every so often... In fact, in the end, it's these types of quiet, peaceful moments that we're fighting for.
 * Nah: Did you say something, Lucina? We should go. the sooner we liberate these springs, the sooner we get to use them!
 * Lucina: Right you are. Let's hurry and put an end to these Risen!

W/ Anna

 * Say'ri: Anna? I, er... About those swords...
 * Anna: Are you still on about that, dear?
 * Say'ri: No, I merely... Well, yes, put frankly. There is one I simply must have.
 * Anna: Even though it's a toy?
 * Say'ri: It matters not. The graceful arc of it, the subtle color... I've fallen in love!
 * Anna: Hmm. Far be it for a merchant to discourage anyone's impulse shopping... But I'd still have to recommend against it.
 * Say'ri: But why?! I'm well aware it holds no use in combat!
 * Anna: It's not that. These tourist traps tend to pawn off faulty goods on unsuspecting customers. The quality isn't fit for a child's plaything, and the prices are outright criminal. This sword of yours, how much are they asking for it?
 * Say'ri: ...It's 1500 gold, if memory serves.
 * Anna: Scandalous! You could buy a real sword of silver for that sum!
 * Say'ri: It's expensive, then, you think?
 * Anna: Egads, woman. As someone well acquainted with a blade, I'd think you'd know better. Honestly, this is the trouble with princesses. No idea how the real world works at all.
 * Say'ri: I, um... My apologies.
 * Anna: It's not your fault, I suppose. Anyway, lead on. Let's pay this shop a little visit.
 * Say'ri: What, together? You'll come with me?
 * Anna: Merchant's pride. I can't abide by swindlers and frauds. I'll set them straight. Then, while they're picking up the pieces of their ego, we'll get you your sword... At MY price.
 * Say'ri: Oh, thank you, Anna! I'm so glad I thought to ask you. In matters of commerce, there is none stronger!
 * Anna: Heh heh. You can repay me by telling everyone else about what a gem I am. The better a merchant's reputation, the more money they can rake in, after all!

W/ Flavia

 * Flavia: Tiki, tell me more about the Regna Ferox you remember.
 * Tiki: Well, all right... After all, I slept there within the ice for several centuries. As I recall, it was a frozen hell plagued with barbarians and mage dragons.
 * Flavia: So the legends go. I can tell you the barbarians, at least, are still around.
 * Tiki: They are? But how do you keep them at bay? Are your villages not harassed day and night?
 * Flavia: Ha ha! I mean we're descended from the barbarians—the Feroxi people.
 * Tiki: Really?! But you're so...so civilized. I guess people really do change.
 * Flavia: Well, we did keep some of the old blood sport to fight boredom. Most of us love nothing more than a good brawl and a big keg to drown in after.
 * Tiki: Still, it reassures me to see a woman as strong as you with wisdom to match. You have power, but I know you would never brandish it without cause. All that barbaric energy was sublimated into positive potential.
 * Flavia: Funny how that worked out. One wrong step and we'd have died the howling primitives we started as.
 * Tiki: But you didn't. That shows just how much the Feroxi can do.
 * Flavia: That's nice of you to say, Tiki.
 * Tiki: I hope I get to see the northland again. It has been far too long.
 * Flavia: Then why don't you come and visit once the fighting is done? The Voice of the divine dragon is always welcome in Regna Ferox.
 * Tiki: Thank you, Flavia. Now I long to finish this battle all the sooner!
 * Flavia: You and me both!

W/ Aversa

 * Aversa: *Sigh* I do wish I was younger.
 * Tiki: Why are you complaining to me? I am far older than you. And longevity isn't all it's cracked up to be, I'll have you know. You have to experience the pain of losing loved ones again and again.
 * Aversa: But I don't want eternal life. I want eternal youth.
 * Tiki: You just want to stop yourself from looking any older?
 * Aversa: Are you trying to imply I look old?
 * Tiki: Is that not what this entire conversation is about?
 * Aversa: Ugh, never mind that! The point is: I want to have a young, firm body, and I want to keep it. If I only live as long as the next human, I can content myself with that. As long as I get to go back to how I looked 10 years ago!
 * Tiki: Uh-huh. Good luck with that.
 * Aversa: I wonder if drinking your blood would make me any younger.
 * Tiki: Wh-what? No, it won't!
 * Aversa: Couldn't hurt to try, though, could it? A lock of hair or phial of tears might do the trick too.
 * Tiki: Don't even think about it!
 * Aversa: I know. Maybe if I drink water from the hot springs where you bathed...
 * Tiki: Are you trying to scar me for life? ...I have a long life, you know!
 * Aversa: You can't stop me. It's not as if these are YOUR hot springs.
 * Tiki: Well, stake your thirst when I'm not looking... And don't get your hopes up!
 * Aversa: I'll balk at nothing when my beauty is on the line.
 * Tiki: ...Naga take me! Three thousand years of turmoil, and only now do I think I know true horror...

W/ Walhart

 * Basilio: Walhart!
 * Walhart: Ah, cricket. You come with weapon drawn. Have I given offense? What with this steam and my beady eyes, you may yet stand a shred of a chance.
 * Basilio: HAAA!
 * Risen: ...Mmrrf!
 * (Risen falls)
 * Walhart: HRYAAAH!
 * Risen: ...Ooohhh...
 * (Risen falls)
 * Basilio: ...They thought they could get the drop on you? How stupid are they?
 * Walhart: I was in no danger.
 * Basilio: Heh, yeah. No danger at all. You had at least, what, half a second before that Risen skewered you? I was trying to warn you, and you act like I was out to kill you.
 * Walhart: Little difference it makes. Whoever challenges me shall crumple by the wayside in defeat. And I might point out that you, too, were moments from parting with your head.
 * Basilio: You talk too much.
 * Walhart: No man could talk as much as you.
 * Basilio: You know what? I think we need to settle our differences once and for all.
 * Walhart: Come at me, cricket. I will snap your bones like matchsticks.
 * Basilio: Actually, since you're so confident, why don't you let me choose the rules?
 * Walhart: Bah... There is no arena beneath the sky in which you can surpass me.
 * Basilio: So I get to pick? Good! I challenge you to a drinking contest.
 * Walhart: ...What?
 * Basilio: Ah, ah, ah. No backing out of it now! You don't know what you're up against. They call me the Walking Cask of Ferox!
 * Walhart: Hmph... I accept your challenge.
 * Basilio: Oh, you are so doomed. I'll meet you right here after the battle is over. Let's see if I can maek your face match your armor with a few kegs of Feroxi mead!
 * (Basilio leaves)
 * Walhart: ...So he means to avoid a fight to save face but bond with me at the same time? That Basilio is cleverer than he looks. His slow destruction by ale shall be the most satisfying...

W/ Avatar (normal)

 * Owain: They were a fearsome adversary. For a brief moment's time, I was tempted to unleash my true power...
 * Avatar: Hey, Owain?
 * Owain: Ah! Yes? Ready to discuss our next strategy?
 * Avatar: Oh, no. It's actually something I've been wanting to ask you about for a while. Why do you always speak like you're delivering lines in a stage play?
 * Owain: This is no mere act, my friend. No part or hollow deception... This is my true self. Aye, when the power hidden within me surges, it erupts forth in prophetic speech.
 * Avatar: Er, right. Of course... And what is this hidden power exactly? I guess you are of the exalted bloodline, so it's entirely possible you've got something.
 * Owain: Y-yes, of course... Were I to bring my full force to bear, it would surpass even that of my uncle...
 * Avatar: Wow, really?! I had no idea!
 * Owain: ......
 * Avatar: Um, Owain?
 * Owain: ...... ...Not really, no. That was actually a lie. I'm sorry, Avatar. I know perfectly well I don't have any special power... Uncle Chrom and Lucina are fit to bend the world to their whims, and I've got nothing...
 * Avatar: What?! Owain, that's not...
 * Owain: But I'd do anything to be like them. Every time I watched someone die in that world, I thought that. I begged and prayed. In the end, I thought maybe if I started acting like it were true, then maybe...
 * Avatar: I see. So that's your reason...
 * Owain: You're welcome to laugh, Avatar. But that sort of senseless hope was the only way to survive in that world.
 * Avatar: I would never laugh! No one would after hearing that story!
 * Owain: Avatar...
 * Avatar: So you don't have any mystical power or hidden secret. You still crossed time as one of a chosen few to wage a war to save the world!
 * Owain: ......
 * Avatar: So you should feel—
 * Owain: A chosen few... Crossing time to...save the world...
 * Avatar: Er, you all right?
 * Owain: You...you're right! This whole time, I'd been describing myself in those terms... But I never had someone else validate them. I think I'd begun to lose confidence... But I AM a chosen warrior, fated to spare the world from its cruel fate! I knew it! Heh... Thank you, Avatar! I feel ready to take on the entire cosmos!
 * Avatar: What, already? I barely said anything... W-well, so much the better? Besides, I probably should have seen that coming.
 * Owain: Ah! Avatar!
 * Avatar: Wh-what now?
 * Owain: Rejoice, my genius compatriot, for yonder lurks a pack of Risen. The time to recommence the late Operation Bloodleaf Shadowstalker is nigh!
 * Avatar: Um, Owain? I'm really glad you're feeling better, and I'm sure the future was bleak and all... But I KNOW you're doing that just because you think it makes you sound impressive...

W/ Male Avatar (father)

 * Owain: They were a fearsome adversary. For a brief moment's time, I was tempted to unleash my true power...
 * Avatar: Hey, Owain?
 * Owain: Ah! Yes? Ready to discuss our next strategy?
 * Avatar: Oh, no. It's actually something I've been wanting to ask you about for a while. Why do you always speak like you're delivering lines in a stage play?
 * Owain: This is no mere act, Father. No part or hollow deception... This is my true self. Aye, when the power hidden within me surges, it erupts forth in prophetic speech.
 * Avatar: Er, right. Of course... And what is this hidden power exactly? I guess you are of the exalted bloodline, so it's entirely possible you've got something.
 * Owain: Y-yes, of course... Were I to bring my full force to bear, it would surpass even that of my uncle...
 * Avatar: Wow, really?! I had no idea! Your mother will be thrilled to hear it. I'll have to speak with her once we're done.
 * Owain: ......
 * Avatar: Um, Owain?
 * Owain: ...... ...I lied. Please don't tell Mother. I'm sorry, Father. I know perfectly well I don't have any special power... Uncle Chrom and Lucina are fit to bend the world to their whims, and I've got nothing...
 * Avatar: What?! Owain, that's not...
 * Owain: But I'd do anything to be like them. Any time I saw someone die in that world...when Mother was killed... I thought that. When you died, it fell to me to protect her, and I failed... I wasn't strong enough. So I begged and prayed for strength. In the end, I thought maybe if I started acting like I had some power, then maybe...
 * Avatar: I see. So that's your reason...
 * Owain: You're welcome to laugh at your fool son. But that sort of senseless hope was the only way to survive in that world. It was either believe I was special or give up on living altogether.
 * Avatar: I would never laugh! No one would after hearing that story! And if anyone dared to, your father would knock them senseless! I'm incredibly proud to call you my son, Owain.
 * Owain: Father...
 * Avatar: So you don't have any mystical power or hidden secret. You still crossed time as one of a chosen few to wage a war to save the world!
 * Owain: ......
 * Avatar: So you should feel—
 * Owain: A chosen few... Crossing time to...save the world...
 * Avatar: Er, you all right?
 * Owain: You...you're right! This whole time, I'd been describing myself in those terms... But I never had someone else validate them. I think I'd begun to lose confidence... But I AM a chosen warrior, fated to spare the world from its cruel fate! I knew it! Heh... Thank you, Father! I feel ready to take on the entire cosmos!
 * Avatar: What, already? I barely said anything... W-well, so much the better? Besides, I probably should have seen that coming. Nothing keeps you down for long. You get that from your mother.
 * Owain: Ah! Father!
 * Avatar: Wh-what now?
 * Owain: Rejoice, my genius patriarch, for yonder lurks a pack of Risen. The time to recommence the late Operation Bloodleaf Shadowstalker is nigh!
 * Avatar: Heh... All right. Then come, my knightly son! The hour has come to see inspiration five way to action! But the foe we face is powerful. If you wish it, I shall draft us an even better stratagem!
 * Owain: ...Yeesh, what was that supposed to be? I sound way less goofy than that. But...thanks, Father.

W/ Female Avatar (married)

 * Owain: Why have you not donned your necklace, Avatar? There's no call for sheepishness. Ours is a love worth shouting from the mountaintops. Let everyone see our bond!
 * Avatar: Urk... Y-yes, well... I'm sorry, Owain. It was very sweet of you, but I just don't think I can wear that.
 * Owain: Huh? Why not?
 * Avatar: Because it's hideo—er, I-I'm afraid it's just not quite my style.
 * Owain: What?! Y-you don't like it...?
 * Avatar: I'm sorry, dear... Truly, it was a lovely thought.
 * Owain: N-no, it's...it's nothing to apologize for. I see... No, I ought to have known. Absent the goddess's blessing, even an epic treasure is a bauble lost to history's great—
 * Avatar: Owain! Snap out of it! Your theatrical affect is taking over again!
 * Owain: ...Waugh?! Wh-what just...? Oh. Oh, yes... Apologies I wandered off a bit there. *Sigh* But the necklace is a bust, is it? I was hoping it would serve as a stand-in for a ring for a while, but so it goes...
 * Avatar: A ring?
 * Owain: Well, yes. We're married, but you still don't have a proper wedding ring. ...Because I'm too poor to afford one. I was hoping this might serve in its place until I could.
 * Avatar: What?! Oh, dear, I am so sorry! I had no idea! I...I'll wear it! I'm putting it on right now! Who cares about the design? Like you say, we should be celebrating our bond!
 * Owain: You don't have to do that, Avatar. We can wait to match until we've got two gold bands. I'm not sure when that'll be, but you'll have to come with me to pick them out.
 * Avatar: Oh, Owain... I'd be happy to. Thank you, dear.
 * Owain: I'll keep tucking away the money I find along the road and any change from errands.
 * Avatar: Aww, you're saving up? That's so sweet. And a little surprising, to be honest. You tend to surprise me often lately. I guess that means I still don't know you as well as I imagined I do.
 * Owain: And I think this business with the necklace proves I don't know you that well, either. But we have all the time in the world from here on to teach each other.
 * Avatar: That we do. ...Though I fear I know little more about myself than you. My birthplace, my mother's face, childhood memories... All a blank. It frightens me at times, Owain. I fear the memory of all the times I've spent with you will desert me too...
 * Owain: Avatar...
 * Avatar: Heh, sorry. I didn't mean to darken the mood.
 * Owain: Don't hide behind your smile. If you're afraid, say so.
 * Avatar: O-Owain, you're squeezing me awfully tight. I don't— Mmmph?! ......
 * Owain: ......
 * Avatar: Owain... This is hardly a place for a kiss...
 * Owain: I needed to tell you you'll be all right, and the words weren't enough. I'll keep your memories safe. I'll stay by your side, memorizing each and every one.
 * Avatar: Owain!
 * Owain: So don't ever hide what you're feeling. Tell me everything. I'll be here, listening. Your favorite color, favorite meal, favorite season. Your favorite words and phrases. I'll memorize the lot of it. And no matter how many times you forget, I'll be here to remind you, every time.
 * Avatar: Owain... Thank you.
 * Owain: Feel a little less scared?
 * Avatar: A lot less. So, um...it's safe to let go now. The others are starting to stare...
 * Owain: What? ...Oh, right. Ack! What am I doing?! We're in the middle of combat!
 * Avatar: Well, no use wailing about it now. We can kick ourselves for it later. Together.
 * Owain: You'd free up time in your schedule for me?
 * Avatar: Of course, silly. You're my husband.
 * Owain: Then...after the battle, and a nice, long bath, and after we eat dinner...you think maybe we could spend some time together, just the two of us?
 * Avatar: I think I'd like that very much.
 * Owain: Yesss! Heh... With that decided, we've no cause to stay our blades further. Be forewarned, minions of evil! You face Owain, crosser of worlds! Your ruin is nigh! ...All right, honey, I'm off. I'll see you tonight! I love you, Avatar!
 * (Owain leaves)
 * Avatar: Owain, shh! No need to shout that! People are already staring... Honestly, what am I going to do with him? He's a mad fool, and totally inscrutable... But still... I love you too. My chosen warrior, come from beyond the rift to ransom peace beside his beloved. ...Hee hee.

US Version

 * Owain: You know, Yarne... You and me and the others, we...we lived through a future the people in this era couldn't imagine in their nightmares.
 * Yarne: What? Also, we're really running with this serious conversation thing? Seriously?
 * Owain: Will you drop that already? Once in a blue moon won't kill either of us. Besides, I'll have you know I'm always thinking about serious things...inside.
 * Yarne: I...find that very difficult to believe. But go on...
 * Owain: Since coming to this era, we've tasted real, normal happiness for the first time. I'm worried that's dulled our edge a bit.
 * Yarne: I suppose that's fair to say... I know I've gone a little soft, at least. I'm only in a state of panic half the time, tops.
 * Owain: Right? I wonder what it is that's got us slacking off.
 * Yarne: Having the grown-ups back, maybe? It's easy to feel they've got it all under control.
 * Owain: That's the trap with parents, I guess. They always seem superhuman. But we can't get complacent. We sat by and let them protect us in the future, and we saw how that ended. Half the reason we came back was to keep THEM safe this time.
 * Yarne: Right. I hate fighting, and I'm reeeally not excited about the prospect of extinction... But avoiding a fight and winding up with an apocalypse doesn't do anyone any good.
 * Owain: We've got to do whatever we can. For the world, and for the ones we love. Heh, when you think of it that way, it's easy to get fired up!
 * Yarne: Yeah. Even I'm feeling ready to fight!
 * Owain: Heh... We are come to this era across the bounds of time, triumphant o'er causality. The next to fall before us will be the dark bonds of fate that condemn us to suffering! I'll see each link of that infernal chain cleaved open by my blade, I swear it!
 * Yarne: Hah! And order is restored...

EU Version

 * Owain: You know, Yarne... You and me and the others, we...we lived through a future beyond the worst nightmares of people in this era.
 * Yarne: What? Also, are we really running with this serious conversation thing? Seriously?
 * Owain: Will you cut that out? Once in a blue moon won't kill either of us. Besides, I'll have you know I'm always thinking about serious things...inside.
 * Yarne: I...find that very difficult to believe. But go on...
 * Owain: Since coming to this era, we've tasted real, normal happiness for the first time. I'm worried that's dulled our edge a bit.
 * Yarne: I suppose that's a fair point... I know I've gone a little soft, at least. I'm only in a state of panic half the time, tops.
 * Owain: Right? I wonder what it is that's got us slacking off.
 * Yarne: Having the grown-ups back, maybe? It's easy to feel they've got it all under control.
 * Owain: That's the trap with parents, I suppose. They always seem superhuman. But we can't get complacent. We sat by and let them protect us in the future, and we saw how that ended. Half the reason we came back was to keep THEM safe this time.
 * Yarne: Right. I hate fighting, and I'm reeeally not excited about the prospect of extinction... But avoiding a fight and winding up with an apocalypse doesn't do anyone any good.
 * Owain: We've got to do whatever we can. For the world, and for the ones we love. Heh, when you think of it that way, it's easy to get fired up!
 * Yarne: Yeah. Even I'm feeling ready to fight!
 * Owain: Heh... We have come to this era across the bounds of time, triumphant o'er causality. The next to fall before us will be the dark bonds of fate that condemn us to suffering! I'll see each link of that infernal chain cleft open by the edge of my blade, I swear it!
 * Yarne: Hah! And order is restored...

W/ Avatar (normal)

 * Inigo: Avatar!
 * Avatar: Hm? Oh, hey, Inigo. Did you find your memento?
 * Inigo: I think so! There was a pebble in the shallows. It has a purplish hue that really evokes the springs and foliage. I think it's perfect!
 * Avatar: It's lovely. I'm glad you were able to find something.
 * Inigo: Me too! I'll not forget this trip as long as I have this. I'll treasure it. Always...
 * Avatar: Oh...? I didn't realize these mementos meant quite so much to you, Inigo.
 * Inigo: They do. Well, not the mementos so much as the memories behind them. I'm still rather shy on fun memories, you see... The future wasn't exactly a happy place. Even after coming here, the stretch of time before I met up with you all was...difficult.
 * Avatar: Y-yes... Of course.
 * Inigo: Plus, once peace is won, that's it. Whether we're able to return to a spared future or not, it will still mean good-bye. I'm eager to tuck away all the good memories I can before that happens.
 * Avatar: What do you mean it's good-bye even if you can't return?
 * Inigo: It won't be much longer till I'm born in this world. The real me, I mean. I have no place beside him. It wouldn't be right. That puts a pretty tight limit on the time I have together with you all. Heh. It's going to get awfully quiet...
 * Avatar: Inigo...
 * Inigo: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on. I'll be just fine. I've got this stone! It'll see me through any lonely nights, I'm sure. Really, I'm just happy I was able to find something!
 * Avatar: ...... Can I see it for a moment? The stone.
 * Inigo: Hm? Oh, sure. Here you go.
 * Avatar: HNNRAGH!
 * Inigo: Whaaat?! D-did you just...? What, is this some new game where you make me go fetch my prized possessions?
 * Avatar: That's no prize, Inigo! You don't need it.
 * Inigo: I'm sorry?!
 * Avatar: You think you can lock away all your happy memories in a rock and stew in solitude? If so, I think you need to think again!
 * Inigo: Avatar! That isn't your—
 * Avatar: If you feel lonely, or if you want to see us, then just do it—come and see us! If time or circumstances ever split us up, it's our job to come back together again.
 * Inigo: Avatar...
 * Avatar: Or what? You think we'd treat you like some kind of inconvenience? Some burden? Is that the sort of people you think we are? That the bonds we share are that flimsy?
 * Inigo: I don't think that. I don't think either of those things! I could never feel that way about any of you...
 * Avatar: Then it's simple, isn't it? You can come back to us whenever you like. And don't ever talk about making memories "while you still can." We've an amazing future ahead of us, full of all kinds of fun experiences. In fact, it's our responsibility to MAKE that future! That's why you came here. Isn't it?
 * Inigo: ...... ...It is. You're right, obviously. I shouldn't be thinking about bottling up my happiness to drown out my sorrows later. I should be making memories as a record of how we built a future where I can be happy! All right. Seems like we've got our work cut out for us... For starters, we'll have to make the most of these springs after the battle's through! You'll join me, won't you, Avatar?
 * Avatar: You couldn't stop me if you tried. After all, no one needs a set of happy new memories more than me!
 * Inigo: Ha ha, true! And thank you. Even if our paths should part someday, I feel as if today's memories will keep me... I'll be able to live with a smile, knowing I was able to share in all this with all of you. But...if I still get lonely from time to time, I'll come knocking on your door. I hope that whenever that is, no matter how many times it happens, you'll let me in. ...That you'll be there to say "welcome home."

W/ Male Avatar (father)

 * Inigo: Father!
 * Avatar: Hm? Oh, hey, Inigo. Did you find your memento?
 * Inigo: I think so! There was a pebble in the shallows. It has a purplish hue that really evokes the springs and foliage. I think it's perfect!
 * Avatar: It's lovely. I'm glad you were able to find something.
 * Inigo: Me too! I'll not forget this trip as long as I have this. I'll treasure it. Always...
 * Avatar: Oh...? I didn't realize these mementos meant quite so much to you, Inigo.
 * Inigo: They do. Well, not the mementos so much as the memories behind them. I'm still rather shy on fun memories, you see... The future wasn't exactly a happy place. Even after coming here, the stretch of time before I met up with you all was...difficult.
 * Avatar: Y-yes... Of course.
 * Inigo: Plus, once peace is won, that's it. Whether we're able to return to a spared future or not, it will still mean good-bye to you and Mother. I'm eager to tuck away all the good memories I can before that happens.
 * Avatar: What do you mean it's good-bye even if you can't return?
 * Inigo: It won't be much longer till I'm born in this world. The real me, I mean. I have no place beside him. Who knows what sort of influence it might have... It wouldn't be right. Which puts a pretty tight limit on the time I have together with you two. Heh. It's going to get awfully quiet...
 * Avatar: Inigo...
 * Inigo: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on. I'll be just fine. I've got this stone! It'll see me through any lonely nights when I get to missing you. Really, I'm just happy I was able to find something!
 * Avatar: ...... Can I see it for a moment? The stone.
 * Inigo: Hm? Oh, sure. Here you go.
 * Avatar: HNNRAGH!
 * Inigo: Whaaat?! D-did you just...? What, is this some new game where you make me go fetch my prized possessions?
 * Avatar: That's no prize, Inigo! You don't need it.
 * Inigo: I'm sorry?!
 * Avatar: You think you can lock away all your happy memories in a rock and stew in solitude? If so, I think you need to think again!
 * Inigo: Father, that isn't your—
 * Avatar: If you feel lonely, or if you want to see us, then just do it—come and see us! If time or circumstances ever split us up, it's our job to come back together again.
 * Inigo: Father...
 * Avatar: Or what? You think we'd treat you like some kind of inconvenience? Some burden? Is that the sort of parents you think we are? That the bonds we share are that flimsy?
 * Inigo: I don't think that. I don't think either of those things! I could never feel that way about you two...
 * Avatar: Then it's simple, isn't it? You can come back to us whenever you like. And don't ever talk about making memories "while you still can." We've an amazing future ahead of us, full of all kinds of fun experiences. In fact, it's our responsibility to MAKE that future for our family. AS a family! That's why you came here. Isn't it?
 * Inigo: ...... ...It is. You're right, obviously. I shouldn't be thinking about bottling up my happiness to drown out my sorrows later. I should be making memories as a record of how we built a future where I can be happy! All right. Seems like we've got our work cut out for us... For starters, we'll have to make the most of these springs after the battle's through! You'll join me, won't you?
 * Avatar: You couldn't stop me if you tried. You can even let your old man scrub your back. ...Considering I'll be bathing with you in a few years, this can be a practice run.
 * Inigo: Ha ha, true! And thank you, even if that is a touch weird... ...Um, Father? Even if our paths should part someday, I feel as if today's memories will keep me... I'll be able to live with a smile, knowing I got to share in all this with you and Mother. But...if I still get lonely from time to time, I'll come knocking on your door. I hope that whenever that is, no matter how many times it happens, you'll let me in. ...That you'll be there to say "welcome home."

W/ Female Avatar (married)

 * Inigo: There you are, slippery beast. Should've guessed you'd be hiding in the shadows... To no avail, I'm afraid. I'll just sneak up behind you, and...
 * Avatar: Oh, Inigo! All finished cleaning up the area?
 * Inigo: Wha—? Avatar?! Shhh! Stay down! Rgh, he's seen us! Avatar! I need you at my side, NOW!
 * Avatar: What?! Inigo!
 * Inigo: I'm sorry, but hold still! I can't let you go just now, dear!
 * Avatar: Gah! You're squeezing the life out of me! L-let me go! Inigo, please! This isn't funny! Inigo, let g—
 * Inigo: Gwaugh!
 * Avatar: INIGO!
 * (Risen appears)
 * Inigo: Finally come out to make your move, eh? Well, I'm sorry, but...it was your last! ...Hraaagh!
 * Risen: Gwaaargh!
 * (Risen collapses)
 * Inigo: Phew... Good. He's had his sights on you for a while now. But he didn't see that coming, did he? Heh heh... Sorry for grabbing you like that.
 * Avatar: No! I didn't... Thank you, Inigo. ......
 * Inigo: Avatar? What's wrong?
 * Avatar: I'm sorry... You were protecting me, and I didn't even notice... I even got you hurt! *Sniff* I didn't...
 * Inigo: Ack! Don't cry, please! Shhh, it's all right. I'm fine! S-see? This is just a scratch. Really! I'll pull through just fine. Now, come on. Smile.
 * Avatar: How can I smile? I'm a failure as a tactician AND a wife...
 * Inigo: That's not true, Avatar. Heh, look at you. Your cheeks are soaked now. Hold still a minute...
 * Avatar: Huh? ...Ah!
 * Inigo: ...... ...Heh heh. You taste salty.
 * Avatar: Inigo... A lick?! Where did that come from? I think you surprised the tears away...
 * Inigo: Then my brilliant plan was a success. You're not the only cunning one in this marriage. And you know I'd do absolutely anything to see you smile.
 * Avatar: Anything, huh? So if I asked you to say you love me...?
 * Inigo: What? Er, yes, well... Words are so trite. Why don't I express my affections through dance? I'll come up with a new routine, just for you.
 * Avatar: What? Why?! You used to go professing your love to girls you'd barely met! Why can't you say it to your wife?
 * Inigo: Owww, ow ow ow! Give! I give! Ease up on the headlock! It's just... When you actually really love someone, words don't seem like enough.
 * Avatar: What?
 * Inigo: Look, it's embarrassing to say it out loud, but I...I love you so much it hurts, all right?!
 * Avatar: Inigo... I see. All right, then. I'll let you off the hook with another of what you did before. But this time, on the lips.
 * Inigo: What I did be— Wait, what?! Er, but we're... Don't you think that sort of thing is best saved for a more appropriate setting?
 * Avatar: Oh, please. If you're too chicken to go for it, I will!
 * Inigo: What?! Avatar, wait a— Mmmph!
 * Avatar: ...... Hee hee. All right, maybe that was a little embarrassing.
 * Inigo: Boy oh boy... You're unbelievable. As usual, I can barely keep up.
 * Avatar: Since when was it a race?
 * Inigo: Since the start.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Inigo: You've always charged on ahead, forging your own path with me trailing after. Back when we first met, I was desperate to catch up, then desperate to keep up... But now that I've got you, I need to make sure I don't slack off.
 * Avatar: Oh, I'm afraid you're stuck with me now. You couldn't lose me if you tried.
 * Inigo: Well, thank you. But the rest of our lives is a long time. If my goal is to keep you happy, I'd best get cracking. You'd better watch out, because I aim to have you positively addicted to me. And forget about feeling bashful. I love you, Avatar. I'll say it a million times. Right now, right here, and for the rest of our lives, I love you.

W/ Morgan (Male)
(Note: This conversation will only trigger if Morgan is not his son.)
 * Morgan: All right, so maybe Operation Play-Dead-in-the-Hot-Springs wasn't so perfect...
 * Inigo: Yeah, the part where our allies all thought we were dead was kind of a glaring flaw.
 * Morgan: Rgh, and here I thought we'd really nailed it this time! We'd just float there, still as a log, waiting in ambush... Then as soon as the Risen were fool enough to think we were dead and come near... POW! Tricking your opponents into lowering their guard is introductory strategy. Super basic. Plus it had the added bonus of us enjoying a soak in the baths for a while too.
 * Inigo: ...Except our allies got to us first, and we got violently dragged out of the water. And it turns out having a ton of healing spells cast on you when you're not hurt? Leaves a guy kind of nauseous...
 * Morgan: Yeah, no kidding... But the worst was seeing my mother bawling her eyes out.
 * Inigo: Yeah, I think it's safe to say this plan was a dud. We had everyone worried.
 * Morgan: I'm sorry, Inigo. It's bad enough my strategy stunk. I didn't mean to get you in trouble too...
 * Inigo: Huh? No, don't apologize! I only went along with the plan because I also thought it would work. I should be the one apologizing. I said I'd help and then hardly did a thing.
 * Morgan: Well, I thought you were a huge help. I really appreciate your advice, Inigo. Plus it was a lot of fun brainstorming with you!
 * Inigo: Heh, yeah? Well, good to hear it. Today was kind of tragic, but we won't give up. You'll be putting Avatar out of work with your brilliant strategies soon enough! Maybe I should start reading up on tactics myself...
 * Morgan: You mean it?! As it just so happens, I have a title I would absolutely recommend! And the margins are full to bursting with my mother's notes! It's incredible. If you're interested, I'd be happy to lend it to you.
 * Inigo: Really? Sure, thanks!
 * Morgan: No problem! I've got it stowed right... Oh.
 * Inigo: Wow, that's certainly...wet. You, uh...you had this on you when we were soaking in the springs, didn't you?
 * Morgan: Yes... Yes I did. Ugh, it's swelled up to three times its size.
 * Inigo: The text is bleeding everywhere too. And this was annotated? Sounds important...
 * Morgan: Oh, it's all right, actually! I have a spare—an exact copy.
 * Inigo: Wait, seriously?!
 * Morgan: Yup! I'm kind of a klutz, so I try to be prepared for every eventuality. I'll lend you that one once we get back to camp!
 * Inigo: Well, that's a relief. Though it's kind of sad that you EXPECT these sorts of accidents... Still, glad to hear it wasn't irreplaceable! Anyway, thanks, Morgan. I promise I'll take good care of that copy.

US Version

 * Yarne: Eeep! Their swords are dripping with springwater! One swing, and the horrible stuff will come flying at me in a fatal, fur-matting spray!
 * Inigo: Not on my watch!
 * Risen: Hrrngh!
 * (Risen falls)
 * Inigo: ...Phew. Well? Still dry, buddy?
 * Yarne: Inigo, you kept your promise! Hah, and to think I was falling over myself wi— ...Eeep! F-falling! I'm falling!
 * Inigo: Yarne, look out!
 * (Inigo falls)
 * Yarne: NO! Inigooo! If you hadn't pushed me out of the way, it would have been I that fell in... I'll never forget you, brave friend!
 * Inigo: Gah... I'm completely soaked.
 * Yarne: Um... Are you all right?
 * Inigo: Oh, I'm fine. ...Besides, any playboy worth his salt needs to know how to make a splash, am I right?
 * Yarne: I'm considering my life-debt paid in exchange for ignoring that one... But mostly, I'm sorry... I didn't think I'd be putting you through quite this much.
 * Inigo: Aw, don't worry about it. I made a promise, and I'm happy to keep it. What about you? I didn't get you when I fell in, did I? You all...all... AhCHOO!
 * Yarne: Oh no! You're not coming down with something, are you?
 * Inigo: I told you I'm fine! I'm plenty fit to keep you safe. After all, that's my job, right? Captain of the Yarnesguard?
 * Yarne: Yes, but now you're shivering. Look, it's...it's fine. Forget about guarding me.
 * Inigo: What? Why? It's just a tiny chill. Honestly, you're such a worrywart. I just need to move around a bit. Get the blood moving. See? I already feel b— WhoooAAA! SLIPPING!
 * Yarne: Inigo!
 * (Yarne falls)
 * Inigo: NO! Yaaaaaarne!
 * Yarne: Gaaah! It's over! It's all ooover! It's hot and wet and my fur's all clingy and gross and I'm pretty sure I'm dying!
 * Inigo: Yarne... I don't get it. Why did you take the fall for me?
 * Yarne: I don't know. I moved without thinking... I guess I felt sort of pathetic depending on you to protect me all the time. No more being a dead weight, though. I'll protect myself from here on out. I promise.
 * Inigo: That's great, but I'm not seeing much point in either of us protecting you now. You're drenched. ...But it's rather amazing you did that for me, given how much you hate the water. So thank you.
 * Yarne: Heh heh.
 * Inigo: That said, we'll both catch colds if we stand around like this. As soon as we're done here, it's into a nice, hot bath for the both of us.
 * Yarne: WHAT?! B-but I... That's not—
 * Inigo: You're already as wet as you can get, rabbit. And now you need to warm your body. Plus, it'll be fun. We'll get all the guys to join us for a soak. I'll even help you dry your fur after. Deal?
 * Yarne: Inigo... All right, deal! I'll brave the hot springs just for you!
 * Inigo: Heh. That's the spirit... Now, back to business!

EU Version

 * Yarne: Eeep! Their swords are dripping with spring water! One swing, and the horrible stuff will come flying at me in a fatal, fur-matting spray!
 * Inigo: Not on my watch!
 * Risen: Hrrngh!
 * (Risen falls)
 * Inigo: ...Phew. Well? Still dry, buddy?
 * Yarne: Inigo, you kept your promise! Hah, and to think I was falling over myself wi— ...Eeep! F-falling! I'm falling!
 * Inigo: Yarne, look out!
 * (Inigo falls)
 * Yarne: NO! Inigooo! If you hadn't pushed me out of the way, it would have been I that fell in... I'll never forget you, brave friend!
 * Inigo: Gah... I'm completely soaked.
 * Yarne: Um... Are you all right?
 * Inigo: Oh, I'm fine. ...Besides, any playboy worth his salt needs to know how to make a splash, am I right?
 * Yarne: I'm considering my life-debt paid in exchange for ignoring that one... But mostly, I'm sorry... I didn't think I'd be putting you through quite this much.
 * Inigo: Aw, don't worry about it. I made a promise, and I'm happy to keep it. What about you? I didn't get you when I fell in, did I? You all...all... Ah-CHOO!
 * Yarne: Oh no! You're not coming down with something, are you?
 * Inigo: I told you I'm fine! I'm more than fit enough to keep you safe. After all, that's my job, right? Captain of the Yarnesguard?
 * Yarne: Yes, but now you're shivering. Look, it's...it's fine. Forget about guarding me.
 * Inigo: What? Why? It's just a tiny chill. Honestly, you're such a worrywart. I just need to move around a bit. Get the blood moving. See? I already feel b— WhoooAAA! I'M SLIPPING!
 * Yarne: Inigo!
 * (Yarne falls)
 * Inigo: NO! Yaaaaaarne!
 * Yarne: Gaaah! It's over! It's all ooover! It's hot and wet and my fur's all clingy and horrible and I'm pretty sure I'm dying!
 * Inigo: Yarne... I don't get it. Why did you take the fall for me?
 * Yarne: I don't know. I moved without thinking... I guess I felt a bit pathetic relying on you to protect me all the time. No more being a dead weight, though. I'll protect myself from here on out. I promise.
 * Inigo: That's great, but I'm not seeing much point in either of us protecting you now. You're drenched. ...But it's rather amazing you did that for me, given how much you hate the water. So thank you.
 * Yarne: Heh heh.
 * Inigo: That said, we'll both catch colds if we stand around like this. As soon as we're done here, it's into a nice, hot bath for the both of us.
 * Yarne: WHAT?! B-but I... That's not—
 * Inigo: You're already as wet as you can get, rabbit. And you need to warm up. Plus, it'll be fun. We'll get all the guys to join us for a soak. I'll even help you dry your fur after. Deal?
 * Yarne: Inigo... All right, deal! I'll brave the hot springs, just for you!
 * Inigo: Heh. That's the spirit... Now, back to business!

W/ Laurent

 * Inigo: Phew... *pant* Good. It looks like I lost Laurent.
 * Laurent: Have you, now?
 * Inigo: GAH?!
 * Laurent: Our little game of tag has ended. Now, I believe you were explaining yourself. Why would my watching you make the prospect of dancing here embarrassing?
 * Inigo: That's an excellent question. I've asked it myself many a time.
 * Laurent: Then you yourself don't know the answer? You don't understand your own thoughts?
 * Inigo: Yeah. Like I said, it's...complicated. I want people to watch me dance. I want to make them smile... But I can't help worrying what'll happen if I flop. What if everybody laughs at me? Whenever I get the urge to dance, those conflicting voices battle it out in my head. I guess I don't know which side is right.
 * Laurent: Ahh. So you're afraid of getting hurt.
 * Inigo: ...!
 * Laurent: The paradox is solved?
 * Inigo: I never thought of it like that until you said so, but...yeah. I guess I am.
 * Laurent: Anyone would feel wounded if they put their all into something and were mocked for it. One might choose to hide their passions away to ensure that never happens. I can understand the impulse to run and hide behind a shield of bashfulness. But doing so can only stifle those passions and obstruct future growth, Inigo.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Laurent: I understand that you're frightened... But why not begin to share your dance with the rest of us, a little at a time? I can personally assure you our ranks hold none who would belittle your aspirations. I include myself in that count. I support you in your dreams, and I swear never to laugh.
 * Inigo: Laurent. I don't... Thank you. I don't know what to say. Hearing you say that feels amazing. I feel like a weight's been lifted off me.
 * Laurent: Excellent. I'm glad to hear it. Now, newly light on your feet, will you share your dance with me?
 * Inigo: Sure! ...Does later work? Let's do later. Because I'm pretty sure we've been totally surrounded while we were talking. I'd do it now, but chances are we'd both be dead before I finished.
 * Laurent: ...Indeed. I'm mortified I didn't notice sooner. I was lost in conversation.
 * Inigo: Well, we can pick up where we left off as soon as we're through with them!
 * Laurent: I look forward to it!

W/ Morgan (Male)
(Note: This conversation will only trigger if Morgan is not his son.)
 * Brady: So where's this spring that's supposed to cure amnesia at already?
 * Morgan: Hmm, we should have found it by now... Where did I see that sign?
 * Brady: It's weird that we've been looking this long and still haven't found nothin'.
 * Morgan: Agreed... Maybe it was just a mirage? A trick of the steam? ...Or maybe it's hidden.
 * Brady: Hmm, it's a possibility. This IS a mystical spring that cures memory loss, after all. Maybe it's little wonder we can't just waltz right up to it.
 * Morgan: Well, that presents quite the quandary! What do you think we should do?
 * Brady: Ain't it obvious? We wipe out the Risen, then take all the time we need to find out!
 * Morgan: What? I can't ask you to spend that kind of time on me!
 * Brady: It's my time to spend how I like, ain't it? This place could hold the key to getting all your memories back. Besides, you're my... You know, we're allies or whatever! It's fine!
 * Morgan: Wow, Brady. I'm a little surprised to hear you say that. But it's a good surprise! I really appreciate it! Thanks, Brady!
 * Brady: Yeah, don't mention it.
 * Morgan: ...Ahh! There! There it is!
 * Brady: You found it?! Seriously? Nice work!
 * Morgan: Yes, just behind these rocks! That's the sign there. I'm sure of it!
 * Brady: Let's have a look. "Therapeutic benefits of spring bathing"... Stiff joints...check. Circulation...check. Hey, what gives? It doesn't say a damn thing about amnesia!
 * Morgan: It doesn't? Huh... It doesn't. How odd. I'm sure this was the sign... Oh well. I must have misread it, hah!
 * Brady: Haw?! How do you misread "stiff joints" for "cures your weird brain problems"?! Yeesh, and here I went and got my hopes up...
 * Morgan: Sorry about that... I suppose it was wishful thinking on the part of my subconscious.
 * Brady: Well, your subconscious just wasted a chunk of our day.
 * Morgan: Be that as it may, I still think going for a soak sounds like a fun time!
 * Brady: Yeah, I guess it does. All right, c'mon. Let's cream these Risen, then kick back!
 * Morgan: Count me in!

W/ Laurent

 * Laurent: All right, Brady, let's see now. If you wish to give a positive impression, you ought first to rectify your posture.
 * Brady: My posture? I don't think that's such a—
 * Laurent: Tut tut! Stand straight and tall, and you're sure to present an air of gentle refinement.
 * Brady: ...If you say so. Hnngh... H-how's this?
 * Laurent: My apologies. Please forget everything I've said. Return to your usual stance. Quickly.
 * Brady: What? Why?!
 * Laurent: The sight of you glaring down at me from above in condescension was traumatizing.
 * Brady: *Sigh* You're not the first one to say so. I tried to warn you. And besides, I normally hunch over so I can talk to women and kids at their eye level. Saves a lot of cryin' for everyone involved.
 * Laurent: How noble! I never suspected such an altruistic-yet-practical reason for slouching. That being the case, I fear there's little to be gained from altering your posture.
 * Brady: That's not all you got, I hope?
 * Laurent: Perish the thought. What of your tonsorial choices? A spiky haircut suggests a prickly temperament.
 * Brady: Maybe, but I wanted a style you don't see much, so I'd be easy for you guys to spot. course, that means I'm an obvious target for our enemies too... But if I can be easy to find when my allies need me AND draw fire for 'em, I'm happy. I'd take that over blending in and letting my friends suffer any day.
 * Laurent: Inspiring, sir.
 * Brady: So that's a no on hairstyle too.
 * Laurent: So it would seem. I had not realized it was such a deliberate choice. Truly, you are the epitome of an ecclesiast.
 * Brady: I dunno what that means, but thanks.
 * Laurent: However, I fear that leaves us with little room to alter your appearance. It would seem that in the end you're best served by remaining as you are at present.
 * Brady: What, hated and feared by strangers?
 * Laurent: Respected and loved by all who know you for who and what you are. I believe it only a matter of time before everyone else realizes your innate goodness.
 * Brady: Yeah? Huh. when you say stuff like that, somehow it's weirdly convincing. Well, good, then! I guess I'll stick with the way I am now. Thanks, Laurent!
 * Laurent: My pleasure.
 * Brady: All right, you bruise piles! Who wants some of this healing staff action first? Eh?! EH?!
 * Laurent: Erm, Brady? Perhaps just a SLIGHT change in tone might be in order...

W/ Cynthia

 * Kjelle: She must think I'm a complete freak... Still, it's best for everyone if I don't join the others. Not when she's around...
 * Cynthia: Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: Cynthia? What is it?
 * Cynthia: I...I'm really sorry, Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: Wh-what? Why? What for?
 * Cynthia: I just rememberd... Kjelle, I know what you're doing. Why you're hiding from me.
 * Kjelle: What? Hiding? I'm not hiding anything. I just prefer to bathe in peace and qui-
 * Cynthia: That's not true! It's because of me... It is, isn't it?
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Cynthia: You're trying to protect me. Again. But it's the scar on your back, isn't it?!
 * Kjelle: What? That's ridic-
 * Cynthia: Don't look away from me, Kjelle! You're worried that I'll feel guilty if I see the scar from when we were kids. That Risen's dagger should have killed me, but instead it shredded your poor back...
 * Kjelle: ...... I did what I did because I wanted to. It was my choice, and I'd do it again in a minute. But yes, I was hoping you'd forgotten. I didn't want you blaming yourself again.
 * Cynthia: Does it still hurt?
 * Kjelle: Not at all. Hasn't for years. So really, let it go, Cynthia.
 * Cynthia: Good... But still, that's a scar that'll never go away. Your poor skin... I'm sorry, Kjelle. I...I'm sorry... I'm... *sob*
 * Kjelle: Cynthia, that was years and years ago! Why are you crying about it now?
 * Cynthia: B-because! It's just... It's not... *sob*
 * Kjelle: *Sigh*... You were always a big crybaby. This is exactly why I didn't want you to remember. Really, Cynthia, that's all ancient history. Now come on, chin up. Look at me.
 * Cynthia: B-but!
 * Kjelle: Still won't believe me? Fine. There is a way to take the scar off my back, if it means that much to you. It isn't easy.
 * Cynthia: What? There is?! I'll do it! Just tell me what I need to do!
 * Kjelle: Become a hero.
 * Cynthia: Huh?
 * Kjelle: And I mean a real one. Strong enough to keep me and all the others safe. Do that, and my scar will stop being a scar and turn into a badge of honor. Proof that I saved the life of the greatest hero of my generation.
 * Cynthia: A badge of...
 * Kjelle: You and I are stronger than a little scar, Cynthia. We may not be able to erase it, but we can change it's meaning. So if you really feel bad about it, get to work, hero.
 * Cynthia: Kjelle, I... I'll do it. Just watch! I'll be the greatest hero the world has ever known!
 * Kjelle: Heh heh. Well, it sounds like you've got your work cut out for you then. It's a long, hard slog to becoming everybody's hero. How about you start by being mine?

W/ Noire

 * Kjelle: Feeling any better, Noire?
 * Noire: Much, thanks to you. If you hadn't been there, I might have died...
 * Kjelle: That's a bit of a stretch. You can drown in a bathtub if you try really hard but drowning in steam... That would take a special kind of talent.
 * Noire: I know... I'm absolutely useless.
 * Kjelle: I didn't say that.
 * Noire: It's all right. You don't have to feel bad... I'm well aware of it.
 * Kjelle: ...... You really are a pain.
 * Noire: Huh?
 * Kjelle: To be honest, I never really known how to deal with you.
 * Noire: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: You're all sickly and frail, but you've got a wild temper too. Even in the future, I always kept my distance.
 * Noire: I...I'm sorry. I didn't-
 * Kjelle: But my opinion is starting to change. Since we've been back here, I've had a lot more chances to fight alongside you. I'm starting to get a better picture.
 * Noire: Oh...?
 * Kjelle: How long were you in that steam for? You were training, all on your own. Right. You'd already been at it awhile when I first saw you, and you lasted a long time after. Frankly, I'm surprised you didn't pass out much sooner.
 * Noire: You were watching me the whole time?
 * Kjelle: Well, I just happened to walk by. I saw you and wondered how long you'd last... Anyway, it was crazy to put yourself through that without working up to it gradually. It was more like self-flagellation than self-improvement...
 * Noire: Y-you may be right... I'm sorry.
 * Kjelle: Which is why I'm going to be spotting you when you train from now on.
 * Noire: Spotting... You mean you'll train together with me? Really?
 * Kjelle: How could I not, after watching you half steam-bake yourself? Besides, after all those years of avoiding you, I need to make up for lost time. I'd like to get to know you better.
 * Noire: I'm...I'm really happy to hear that. I'd like to get to know you too. So maybe... Maybe we could chat sometime. Wh-while we're training...
 * Kjelle: Just as long as it doesn't distract us from our regimen, I'm game.
 * Noire: Ha ha, you have a deal... Thank you, Kjelle.

W/ Nah

 * Kjelle: How are you holding up, Nah?
 * Nah: Unstoppable! They're not laying one dead finger on these baths while I'm here!
 * Kjelle: Heh, hard to believe you were crying just a little while ago. Just don't get carried away and damage the springs yourself, you little spitfire.
 * Nah: Just leave it to me!
 * Kjelle: You've really laid the past to rest, haven't you? It's admirable... I'd better buckle down and get serious if I don't want to get passed up!
 * Nah: That's a funny thing to say for someone who's been fighting like a demon!
 * Kjelle: Heh, flatterer. Still, I'm afraid I just can't compete with a manakete for raw power.
 * Nah: Hee hee, now who's flattering who?
 * Kjelle: Would you say that's a manakete's greatest asset? Overwhelming strength?
 * Nah: Hmm. I think it's the defensive power we gain when using a true dragonstone.
 * Kjelle: Interesting. I'd like to think I'm on the tough end myself, but I can't compete with you there either.
 * Nah: You don't have to, silly! It isn't a competition, Kjelle, We're allies! We can both protect each other!
 * Kjelle: ...You're amazing, Nah. Pure and strong and kind. That may truly be your greatest strength...
 * Nah: Hm? Did you say something?
 * Kjelle: Not me. Now come, Nah! Let's finish off these weaklings!
 * Nah: Right!

W/ Morgan (Female)
(Note: This conversation will only trigger if Morgan is not her daughter.)
 * Cynthia: All right, Morgan! Let's cook up this plan!
 * Morgan: Wait, you were serious?
 * Cynthia: Of course! You're studying tactics, right? Well, this is the perfect chance to put what you've learned to constructive use!
 * Morgan: Well...all right. I suppose it can't hurt. ...Much. But if I'm doing this, I'm going all in. No pulled punches! It's finally time to put this annotated strategy tome of Father's to use!
 * Cynthia: Whoa! You literally just pulled that out of your sleeve! I've never seen anyone do that. It looked totally awesome! Very "secret weapon."
 * Morgan: Y-you think? Thanks. I was hoping it would look kind of neat. Heh heh... Truth be told, I also have something in this one! ...YOINK!
 * Cynthia: Wooow! Another strategy manual from the other sleeve?! Wait, no, it's...the same one again? Um, Morgan? Why do you have two copies of the same book?
 * Morgan: Whoa, you're totally right! They ARE the same!
 * Cynthia: You're just realizing this...? You know, I could never quite tell—are you a genius or a total airhead? Anyway, what's our plan of attack? Any thoughts?
 * Morgan: Hmm... We could dig out some of the muddy ground and make a pitfall?
 * Cynthia: So it's the old slip, trip, THUNK! Classic! I like it!
 * Morgan: Then we can use the steam off the baths as cover while we switch the signs around. We'll label the men's bath for women and the women's bath for men!
 * Cynthia: HAH! Just thinking about it has me in stitches already! You ARE a genius, Morgan! I don't know how you come up with this stuff!
 * Morgan: You really think so? Hee hee, gosh...
 * Cynthia: All right, it's settled! As soon as combat's over, we'll put our plan into action! We just have to clear out these...enemies... Hmm.
 * Morgan: Something wrong, Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: I was just thinking: We've got this amazing plan—why not test it out on the Risen first? It'd be a shame to try it for real later and have something go wrong.
 * Morgan: Ooh, good point. We can use these guys to run a proof-of-concept test! Actually, wait a second... Why don't we just do it against the Risen and call it a day? I'm pretty sure if we try it with the others, they'll just wind up yelling at us again...
 * Cynthia: That SO would. I'll say it again, Morgan: genius!
 * Morgan: The more I think on it, the more this seems like a way better idea than before. And there will be plenty of other opportunities to prank the others!
 * Cynthia: Agreed! Now let's snare us some Risen and get the others to gush about how amazing we are!
 * Morgan: It's a plan!

W/ Avatar (normal)

 * Severa: Avatar... You have anything I could use to dry off?
 * Avatar: Gah, what happened, Severa? You're drenched! You didn't actually...
 * Severa: No, I did NOT jump in! Show me the girl who wants to leap into a pool fully clothed! ...I slipped. A pack of Risen flanked me out of nowhere, I got startled, and I slipped...
 * Avatar: Well, I'm glad you're only soaked, then. Hold on, I'll get you a cloth.
 * Severa: That'd be great, thanks. And please. I left the lot of them floating facedown in the water. Trust me, I made sure they got what they deserved.
 * Avatar: Hah! That's our Severa.
 * Severa: Amazing, aren't I? *Sigh* But if I'm going to fall into a spring, it could at least be one good for my skin... Instead, I wound up dunked in a pool meant to help backaches and stiff shoulders! Between that and my pruned fingers, I feel like an old lady...
 * Avatar: Hah! That's kind of ridiculous.
 * Severa: It is, isn't it? Hee hee... Totally...completely...*sniff*...r-ridicu...*sniff*...lous... *Sniff* Oh, gods... *sob* Waaaaaaaaah!
 * Avatar: Severa?! What's wrong, are you hurt?
 * Severa: N-no, I'm just... I'm just... *wheeze* I'm just so HAPPY!
 * Avatar: Huh?
 * Severa: I mean, think about it. *sniff* We're fighting off hordes of monsters, yet we're cracking up over a silly spring? There was never any laughing like this in the future. Ever. I like to think I haven't gone totally soft since coming to this era, but still... *sniff* Back then, you always had to wonder if you wouldn't be better off dead. Every time a battle ended, you knew there was nothing but more bleakness ahead. There was never any talk about "after this battle" or "after the war."
 * Avatar: That sounds more hopeless than I can possibly imagine...
 * Severa: But here, we're all abuzz about what fun plans we have waiting for us, you know? Soaking in the springs... Taking in the sights... Going shopping for souvenirs... It seems so unreal. We didn't dare to dream about that sort of thing back in our time. But it's waiting for us. Actual free time. No one to bury. No new battle to prepare for. It's ours to do whatever we want with. And that idea just... It made me so happy, I...
 * Avatar: ...... Life has thrown so much at you, Severa, but look at you. You're still standing strong. After all that hard work and perseverance, I'd say you've earned one heck of a day off.
 * Severa: I...I should hope so... All right, it's settled, then. After this, I'm headed straight to that bath, and I'm not leaving till I'm positively aglow!
 * Avatar: That's the spirit. Though I'd say you're already glowing pretty bright as it is.
 * Severa: Wha—?! C-cut that out... You don't need to make stuff up...
 * Avatar: Hey, I just said what I thought. That's all.
 * Severa: W-well, flattery will get you nowhere! Anyway, here's your cloth back. No more time for chatter. I want as much time in those springs as possible!
 * Avatar: Well, all right. Just be safe.
 * Severa: ...... But um...thank you...
 * Avatar: Huh? For what...?
 * Severa: F-for the stupid towel, of course! Don't think for a minute it's because you called me radiant or let me cry at you. This and that are completely separate!
 * (Severa leaves)
 * Avatar: Heh heh. Duly noted...

Married

 * Severa: Ahh, there you are, darling. So how goes the planning?
 * Avatar: Sorry. I haven't really had a chance to think on it, given the circumstances...
 * Severa: Well, I suppose that's understandable. I'll be back to check in on you soon, then. ...Hm? What are those papers you've got? Drafting up some new tactics for us?
 * Avatar: Ah! N-no, those aren't—
 * Severa: Hmm, let's see... Ooh there's quite the variety here. We've got trips to the souvenir shops, long walks through the foliage, stargazing! "Note: remember that it's snowing outside. Bring a coat and a hot drink for Severa." Aww, look at all this!
 * Avatar: ...All right, so I jotted a few ideas down between all the fighting for my life. It's not done, though. I wanted to wait till it was before I showed you...
 * Severa: ......
 * Avatar: Severa?
 * Severa: *Sniff* Waaaaaah! *sob*
 * Avatar: Ack?! Wh-what, you don't like it? I'll keep thinking, then! Don't cry!
 * Severa: No, you idiot, I'm happy! I knew you cared, but... *sniff* I never knew you cared this much...
 * Avatar: What?! You're in tears because I said I'd go souvenir shopping? Just how little did you think I cared before?!
 * Severa: It's not like that, you big dummy! You're our tactician. All of ours. I'm not used to thinking of you as just mine... I know you're busy, and I know it can't be helped, but...it gets lonely sometimes. And then today, you thought of all these ways to spend time with just me, and I...
 * Avatar: I'm sorry, Severa. I never meant to neglect you...
 * Severa: You haven't. You've been amazing. I'm just jealous, I suppose... I know you do what you do for all of us, Avatar... We're all lucky to have you.
 * Avatar: Severa...
 * Severa: And I went and burdened you with thinking up silly vacation plans! I'm such a child...
 * Avatar: .....Hold still a minute.
 * Severa: Huh? ...Mmmph?!
 * Avatar: ......
 * Severa: Wh-what in the world are you thinking?! This is no place to be k-kissing!
 * Avatar: It's your fault. You were too adorable.
 * Severa: A-adorable?! Don't even TRY that!
 * Avatar: It's the truth. I just have to live with the fact that I have the world's most gorgeous bride.
 * Severa: ...Prettier than my mother?
 * Avatar: What?! Uh, can we leave your mom out of this? Please? But yes. Cordelia is a lovely woman, but I'm afraid you win. She outdid herself with you.
 * Severa: ...Hee hee. Then I suppose I can let it slide this once. But fair is fair, and I have no intention of letting you get away with it for free. There's a leaf in your hair, dear.
 * Avatar: What? Where...? Mmmnffg?!
 * Severa: ......
 * Avatar: Severa, that— Wow...what was that?!
 * Severa: Gee, I wonder. Perhaps a falling leaf grazed your lips?
 * Avatar: A leaf with a tongue?
 * Severa: What, you're complaining?! Anyway we have a battle to fight! Wipe that dopey grin off your face, and get back to the front lines! ...And hurry it up, or the souvenir shops will be closed.
 * Avatar: Those plans work for you, then?
 * Severa: I suppose after you took the time to draft them up, the least I can do is humor you! Once I've had a nice soak and some dinner, I... I'll be waiting for you. ...Don't be late.
 * Avatar: I'll be there.
 * Severa: Good. I'm counting on you. .. And I'm looking forward to it. Probably more than anything in my life up till now. I know that's not saying much, given the way things were in the future, but... Being in a place this amazing, with a person this amazing... I've never known happiness like this before. So thank you, Avatar... ...I love you.

Father

 * Severa: Father... You have anything I could use to dry off?
 * Avatar: Gah, what happened, Severa? You're drenched! You didn't actually...
 * Severa: No, I did NOT jump in! Show me the girl who wants to leap into a pool fully clothed! ...I slipped. A pack of Risen flanked me out of nowhere, I got startled, and I slipped...
 * Avatar: Well, I'm glad you're only soaked, then. Hold on, I'll get you a cloth.
 * Severa: That'd be great, thanks. And please. I left a lot of them floating facedown in the water. Trust me, I made sure they got what they deserved.
 * Avatar: Hah! That's my Severa!
 * Severa: Amazing, aren't I? *Sigh* But if I'm going to fall into a spring, it could at least be one good for my skin... Instead, I wound up dunked in a pool meant to help backaches and stiff shoulders! Between that and my pruned fingers, I feel like an old lady...
 * Avatar: Hah! That's kind of ridiculous.
 * Severa: It is, isn't it? Hee hee... Totally...completely...*sniff*...r-ridicu...*sniff*...lous... *Sniff* Oh, gods... *sob* Waaaaaaaaah!
 * Avatar: Severa?! What's wrong? Are you hurt?
 * Severa: N-no, I'm just.... I'm just... *wheeze* I'm just so HAPPY!
 * Avatar: Huh?
 * Severa: I mean, think about it. *sniff* We're fighting off hordes of monsters, yet we're cracking up over a silly spring? There was never any laughing like this in the future. Ever. I like to think I haven't gone totally soft since coming to this era, but still... *sniff* Back then, you always had to wonder if you wouldn't be better off dead. Every time a battle ended, you knew there was nothing but more bleakness ahead. There was never any talk about "after this battle" or "after the war."
 * Avatar: That sounds more hopeless than I can possibly imagine...
 * Severa: But here, we're all abuzz about what fun plans we have waiting for us, you know? Soaking in the springs... Taking in the sights... Going shopping for souvenirs... It seems so unreal. We didn't dare to dream about that sort of thing back in our time. But it's waiting for us. Actual free time. No one to bury. No new battle to prepare for. And I get to spend it with my mother and father. That just... It made me so happy, I...
 * Avatar: ...... Life has thrown so much at you, Severa, but look at you. You're still standing strong. After all that hard work and perseverance, I'd say you've earned one heck of a day off.
 * Severa: I...I should hope so... All right, it's settled, then. After this, I'm headed straight to that bath, and I'm not leaving till I'm positively aglow!
 * Avatar: That's the spirit. Though I'd say you're already glowing pretty bright as it is.
 * Severa: Wha—?! C-cut that out... You don't need to make stuff up. Save your flattery for Mother. And besides, daddy compliments don't count! I could be uglier than these Risen and you'd still tell me I was the prettiest girl alive!
 * Avatar: I've thought you were the prettiest girl alive since before I knew you were my daughter.
 * Severa: W-well, flattery will get you nowhere! And rightfully so—you're my father! Ick! Anyway, here's your cloth back. No more chatter. I want as much time in those springs as possible!
 * Avatar: Well, all right. Just be safe.
 * Severa: ...... But, um...thank you...
 * Avatar: Huh? For what...?
 * Severa: F-for the stupid towel, of course! Don't think for a minute it's because you called me radiant or let me cry at you. This and that are completely separate!
 * Avatar: Heh heh. Duly noted. I guess I should be thankful you're so awful at hiding the way you feel.
 * Severa: It's your own dumb fault for picking a wife who's just as bad at it...
 * Avatar: What was that, honey?
 * Severa: Nothing. I just said I love you, Daddy.
 * Avatar: What?! R-really?
 * Severa: Hee hee. Time to go!

W/ Morgan (Female)
(Note: This conversation will only trigger if Morgan is not her daughter.)
 * Severa: *Sigh*
 * Morgan: You SURE there's nothing you want to talk about, Severa?
 * Severa: Morgan, I already told you—
 * Morgan: I promise I won't tell anyone else about it, if that helps.
 * Severa: I'm not... Ugh, all right, fine. I'm just...I'm worried, is all. Worried that I've been...you know. Kind of a shrew. I'm always saying things I don't really mean or going on little fault-finding crusades... I worry the others will hate me.
 * Morgan: Ahh, so that's where all that came from earlier. For what it's worth, I don't think fault-finding is such a bad thing. Talking about people behind their back is one thing, but this is different. This is like...giving people advice!
 * Severa: Uh, I suppose that's one way to look at it, but...
 * Morgan: What's wrong with trying to encourage your friends to be the best they can be? If they get upset, maybe they just need to work on receiving criticism better.
 * Severa: But there's a line between speaking frankly and being outright insulting...
 * Morgan: Aw, we can take it, Severa. Trust me! We all love you! So stop worrying.
 * Severa: Oh, brother. You could at least TRY to make it believable, you know.
 * Morgan: It's the truth! Besides, don't you know? Girls like you are all the rage these days! Especially with the boys... *wink*
 * Severa: What?! ...R-really?
 * Morgan: Sure! Tough as nails on the outside, with an ooey, gooey damsel-in-distress core... Always cross and short-tempered, making every smile shine like a rare gem... Apparently that's what the guys are into as of late. Who knew?!
 * Severa: That sounds like torture to me. Not that I'm complaining, I suppose...
 * Morgan: It's like how a sunny day after a long stretch of rain is super refreshing! Ooh, or how a nice, hot meal tastes even better when you're really, really hungry!
 * Severa: Hmm. I guess that kinda makes sen— ...Wait a minute. You're comparing me to floods and starvation?! Are you mocking me?!
 * Morgan: No, not at all! And even if you don't believe me about the others, at least you've got me?
 * Severa: Ugh, Morgan, you are the worst! ...Heh. Though I suppose you did help me take my mind off things. Thanks for that.

W/ Owain

 * Owain: Hey, Gerome. Can I ask y—
 * Gerome: No.
 * Owain: I didn't even finish the question! Yeesh, someone's prickly today... You'll drive all your friends off with that attitude.
 * Gerome: Then so be it. I have no need of them.
 * Owain: All right, then... Um, anyway, I had a question. Why do you wear that mask? there's not much point when everybody already knows your true identity.
 * Gerome: Hmph. I wouldn't expect you to understand. I see no reason to reveal myself to my foes. Hiding one's emotion in battle can grant a significant advantage. Not that I have need for such trickery. My true reasons run far deeper...
 * Owain: All right, then what about the all-black outfit? Is that so you don't stand out?
 * Gerome: It's a reflection of my innermost psyche, nothing more. The enhanced stealth it grants me is merely a happy coincidence.
 * Owain: And why the lone-wolf act? You're always running off on your own. Can't trust other people? Are you worried we're all out to get you?
 * Gerome: I simply see no worth in fraternizing. ...No. Perhaps I'm merely afraid of losing anyone else.
 * Owain: O-oh yeah? Well...fine. Last question. Does your blood ever get to boiling? Any old vendettas or suspicious amnesia?
 * Gerome: This isn't one of your fantasies, Owain. ...Though there are nights I am gripped with a sense of...foreboding. Heh... Laugh if you will. I fear even I don't fully understand the darkness that dwells within me...
 * Owain: Man, this is SO unfair!
 * Gerome: Huh? What now?
 * Owain: When YOU say all this stuff, it sounds amazing. But me? Oh no, not me! Nobody takes ME seriously at all. Ugh. You...you show-off!
 * Gerome: Show-off?!
 * Owain: Just you wait! I'll show you one of these days! I'll show everyone! *sob*
 * (Owain leaves)
 * Gerome: What in the...? I don't understand that boy, and I don't think I want to...

W/ Brady

 * Brady: Hey, Gerome! The stuff we ordered just arrived!
 * Gerome: What?! That's...impressive or frightening. I'm not certain which.
 * Brady: Yeah, I doubt anybody but Anna's people would deliver to a place like this.
 * Gerome: Instantly. In the middle of combat.
 * Brady: Hey, check me out! Looks good, yeah? The color really works with my hair. I can't wait to show this thing off!
 * Gerome: Mm, and this mask's luster is even finer than I'd hoped. Print doesn't do it justice.
 * Brady: Never expected to wind up shopping, considerin' we came here to fight...
 * Gerome: If not for the wrathful undead, this would make for a pleasant vacation.
 * Brady: Heh, I didn't think the V word was even in your vocabulary. But you're right. Hanging around a place like this, it's easy to forget we're at war. All the fighting seems a million leagues away. Like it was all a bad dream.
 * Gerome: I was thinking the same... Not exactly a boon for morale, I fear. That aside, I'm surprised to find us so much in agreement. It's rare our opinions align.
 * Brady: Yeah, well, it's rare we'd even talk. You and me ain't exactly social types.
 * Gerome: True.
 * Brady: I guess the hot springs are to blame for that too. It's hard NOT to cut loose a bit.
 * Gerome: Yes, though we'd best put fun aside for now. Our foes have waited long enough.
 * Brady: Right. Whaddya say we fix that, you and me? Then we can have a nice, long soak and see about scarin' up some dinner!
 * Gerome: Sounds like a winning plan. Let's get to it!
 * Brady: Right behind ya!

US Version

 * Yarne: Did you see which way that thieving ape ran? I've lost sight of him...
 * Gerome: Not this way, it seems.
 * Yarne: Don't see anything over here, either... Wait, how are you wearing your mask?!
 * Gerome: I keep a spare for emergencies.
 * Yarne: If you have more than one, why are we still chasing after a stupid monkey?
 * Gerome: Because. This backup is a pale comparison in quality. The one it stole was bespoke, Yarne. I refuse to cede it to some filthy primate.
 * Yarne: If you say so... Honestly, I can't tell the difference, looking at the one you're wearing now.
 * Gerome: Well, stop. I don't want anyone looking too closely. The craftsmanship is terrible. More importantly, they've obviously accepted you as one of their own. Can't you use that to get my mask back?
 * Yarne: Hmm. I don't really see how... Ah! No, that's perfect! Take me hostage, Gerome!
 * Gerome: Then what? We propose a trade? My mask for your life? I'm not convinced monkeys can be negotiated with. They can't speak, for one.
 * Yarne: You never know! I hear monkeys are quite smart, actually. We may as well give it a try, right? It's not like we've got a better plan.
 * Gerome: Fair point... I suppose we've nothing to lose. ...There! That's the one! He's still got my mask! Hurry, Yarne! Come here!
 * Yarne: R-right!
 * Gerome: All right, listen up, you flea-bitten felons! I've taken this monkey prisoner! Return that mask immediately, or the big ape gets it!
 * Yarne: O-oh, no! The horror! Help me, my simian cohorts!
 * Gerome: Hah! He's actually bringing it here! I'm not sure whether this proves they're intelligent or incredibly gullible... That's it, just a bit closer. Bring it here. ...There! Got it!
 * Yarne: Yes! Our plan's a brilliant success! ...Hm? WAAAAUGH! AAAAAAGHK!
 * Gerome: Yarne!
 * Yarne: Owww... As soon as he figured out I wasn't a monkey, the little monster attacked me! Got me right in the face, then ran off...
 * Gerome: Are you all right? Injuries aside, your idea worked flawlessly. I owe you one, Yarne.
 * Yarne: Uh...don't mention it? Whew, I'll be more than happy to never see another monkey. I thought I was a goner!
 * Gerome: Apologies...
 * Yarne: Ah, it's fine. What are friends for, right? I'm glad you got your mask back.
 * Gerome: Well, thank you again. I, uh, hope your face heals up soon...

EU Version

 * Yarne: Did you see which way that thieving ape ran? I've lost sight of him...
 * Gerome: Not this way, it seems.
 * Yarne: I don't see anything over here either... Wait, how come you're wearing a mask?!
 * Gerome: I keep a spare for emergencies.
 * Yarne: If you have more than one, why are we still chasing after a stupid monkey?
 * Gerome: Look, in terms of quality, this spare mask pales in comparison to the original. The one it stole was bespoke, Yarne. I refuse to cede it to some filthy primate.
 * Yarne: If you say so... Honestly, I can't tell the difference, looking at the one you're wearing now.
 * Gerome: Well, stop. I don't want anyone looking too closely. The craftsmanship is terrible. More importantly, they've obviously accepted you as one of their own. Can't you use that to get my mask back?
 * Yarne: Hmm. I don't really see how... Ah! No, that's perfect! Take me hostage, Gerome!
 * Gerome: Then what? We propose a trade? My mask for your life? I'm not convinced monkeys can be negotiated with. They can't speak, for one.
 * Yarne: You never know! I've heard that monkeys are actually quite smart. We may as well give it a try, right? It's not as if we've got a better plan.
 * Gerome: That's a fair point... I suppose we've got nothing to lose. ...There! That's the one! He's still got my mask! Hurry, Yarne! Come here!
 * Yarne: R-right!
 * Gerome: All right, listen up, you flea-bitten felons! I've taken this monkey prisoner! Return that mask immediately, or the big ape gets it!
 * Yarne: O-oh, no! The horror! Help me, my simian cohorts!
 * Gerome: Hah! He's actually bringing it here! I'm not sure whether this proves they're intelligent or incredibly gullible... That's it, just a bit closer. Bring it here. ...There! Got it!
 * Yarne: Yes! Our plan's a brilliant success! ...Hm? WAAAAUGH! AAAAAAGHK!
 * Gerome: Yarne!
 * Yarne: Owww... As soon as he figured out I wasn't a monkey, the little monster attacked me! He hit me right in the face, then ran off...
 * Gerome: Are you all right? Injuries aside, your idea worked flawlessly. I owe you one, Yarne.
 * Yarne: Uh...don't mention it. Whew, I'll be more than happy to never see another monkey. I thought I was a goner!
 * Gerome: Apologies...
 * Yarne: Ah, it's fine. What are friends for, right? I'm glad you got your mask back.
 * Gerome: Well, thank you again. I, uh, hope your face heals up soon...

W/ Owain

 * Laurent: Might I have a moment, Owain?
 * Owain: Oh, hey. Thanks again for finding my noteboo—er, holy prophecies. Of light.
 * Laurent: Think nothing of it. Now, after our previous discussion, I've arrived at a startling new hypothesis.
 * Owain: Uh oh...
 * Laurent: Perhaps you are correct, and your writings are not idle fluff and fancy. Well, perhaps they began as such, but that's immaterial to the issue at hand.
 * Owain: Where are you going with this, Laurent?
 * Laurent: Put simply, the possibility exists that your head is a conduit. A link to some omniscient core of wisdom, aware of every truth and law in this world.
 * Owain: ...I'm sorry?
 * Laurent: Or perhaps your mind is a terminal—a gate of sorts to such a repository of knowledge.
 * Owain: Sorry. Words are coming out of your mouth, but I have zero idea what you're saying.
 * Laurent: I'm saying you may be omniscient without realizing it, Owain. True, only a fool would believe anything you said, given your habitual delusions. But as the saying goes, where better to hide a tree than in a forest? And I can think of few thickets thicker than you, Owain. Truly, the gods are crafty...
 * Owain: Wait, wait. Laurent, I don't...wait. Everything in that notebook is just idle fantasy. Er, I mean, not IDLE fantasy, but...
 * Laurent: No, not idle fantasy. Your fertile imagination has come aligned with creation itself. You speak raw truth!
 * Owain: Yes, but no. It's not... Laurent, I'm just...
 * Laurent: Owain! You must allow me to open that miraculous head of yours! FOR SCIENCE!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Laurent: Even if it fails to yield a path to the root of all knowledge, it may give us some hint... A sign. A sigil. Any minor abnormality could prove the key to all the world's mysteries!
 * Owain: You're insane! Absolutely not! That sounds super painful and more than a little fatal.
 * Laurent: Indeed. A tragic but wholly acceptable sacrifice in the quest for primordial truth.
 * Owain: Now wait just a— Acceptable sacrifice?! You're deranged! And this is ME talking...
 * Laurent: Ha ha! It was only a jest, friend. Even I'm not so far gone that I would split an ally's head for research purposes.
 * Owain: ...Really?
 * Laurent: You have my word. Though, should tragedy befall you in battle, leaving you dead or...close enough... I assume you'd not object to your remains being used for the betterment of mankind?
 * Owain: Don't even joke about it! And what do you mean, "close enough"?! ...I'm outta here!

W/ Emmeryn

 * Gangrel: Oh! Emmeryn... Fancy meeting you here...
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Gangrel: Listen...I am just going to talk aloud for a bit. But these words are not meant for you! Certainly not! Shield your ears from Gangrel's mad ravings!
 * Emmeryn: ...?
 * Gangrel: Even a dog like me knows the pangs of remorse. I laid legions of dead at my feet. But when I climbed that mountain of corpses... I found the vantage empty of any meaning. I failed to change anything.
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Gangrel: I was supposed to be the one to...to fix everything... But these hands that I dreamed would shape the future... They reek of blood. And the blood won't come off... My hands were clean once, I swear! ...Weren't they? Or did I just never stop to notice? Gods, I only want to get away from this carnage that has become my brand... Is there no way out? Must this be my final mark?!
 * Emmeryn: ...... Don't cry, Gangrel...
 * Gangrel: Wh-why are you patting me on the head? Stop that!
 * Emmeryn: You're...precious to me...
 * Gangrel: ...What did you say?
 * Emmeryn: You're one of...my friends. Promise you...won't cry...
 * Gangrel: Ahh... Ahh, *sniff* Emmeryn! I'm not crying, damn you! I have nothing to cry about! N-nothing! *sob* AAAAAAH! Damn the gods above, one and all!
 * Emmeryn: ...... You can...change... I believe in you... So don't cry... Everything will be...all right...

US Version

 * Aversa: Well...if it isn't the Mud King Mongrel. I thought I told you to keep away.
 * Gangrel: You don't own this world or any other, you flabby-thighed hag. And the name is "Mad King," not "Mud King." Get it straight.
 * Aversa: Ah. Then I take it you have no objection to the "Mongrel" part?
 * Gangrel: Why would I? I AM a dog. Always have been. And I like it that way.
 * Aversa: Then go piddle on a tree and leave me alone.
 * Gangrel: ...I loathe you, woman. But I suppose I should be grateful someone more putrid than I is still around to vilify. I can't badmouth the rest of these saps—least of all Chrom. He's the only reason I still have food to eat and a head on my shoulders to eat it with.
 * Aversa: The boy is far too lenient. Can you believe it? There's a war going on, and where does he take us? Hot springs! Not that a lady isn't grateful for the luxury. ...Just to be clear, I don't want you anywhere near me when I bathe.
 * Gangrel: Ha! You bathe? I hardly noticed. Try not to freeze the water solid with that glacial charm of yours. No one wants to soak in COLD springs.
 * Aversa: You should talk. They'll have to DRAIN the springs after a toad like you upsets the mineral balance.
 * Gangrel: I hope you drown.
 * Aversa: I don't care what you do, as long as I keep denigrating you.
 * Gangrel: We'll see who denigrates who! I've got enough insults to last another lifetime. And who better to take out all this pent-up anger on than you?
 * Aversa: Shall we make it a contest, then?
 * Gangrel: Your mother was a contest.

EU Version

 * Aversa: Well...if it isn't the Mud King Mongrel. I thought I told you to keep away.
 * Gangrel: You don't own this world or any other, you flabby-thighed hag. And the name is "Mad King," not "Mud King." Get it right.
 * Aversa: Ah. Then I take it you have no objection to the "Mongrel" part?
 * Gangrel: Why would I? I AM a dog. Always have been. And I like it that way.
 * Aversa: Then go piddle on a tree and leave me alone.
 * Gangrel: ...I loathe you, woman. But I suppose I should be grateful someone more putrid than I is still around to vilify. I can't bad-mouth the rest of these saps—least of all Chrom. He's the only reason I still have food to eat and a head on my shoulders to eat it with.
 * Aversa: The boy is far too lenient. Can you believe it? There's a war going on, and where does he take us? Hot springs! Not that a lady isn't grateful for a little luxury. ...Just to be clear, I don't want you anywhere near me when I bathe.
 * Gangrel: What? You bathe? You'd never know... Try not to freeze the water solid with that glacial charm of yours. No one wants to soak in COLD springs.
 * Aversa: You're one to talk. They'll have to DRAIN the springs after a toad like you upsets the mineral balance.
 * Gangrel: I hope you drown.
 * Aversa: I don't care what you do, as long as I get to keep denigrating you.
 * Gangrel: We'll see who denigrates who! I've got enough insults to last another lifetime. And who better to take out all this pent up anger on than you?
 * Aversa: Shall we make it a contest then?
 * Gangrel: Why not? And when I've finished insulting you, I'll start on your mother...

W/ Chrom

 * Chrom: I can't remember how long it's been since I've seen Emm so fond of a place.
 * Emmeryn: The water... So warm... Thera...peutic!
 * Chrom: ...... Emm, there's something I think we should talk about.
 * Emmeryn: What...?
 * Chrom: How would you like to stay here for a while at the hot springs? I know you enjoy it here. And you could give yourself time to recuperate...
 * Emmeryn: ...?
 * Chrom: Of course I would rather stay with you. I wish I could always keep you close—keep you safe. But you spent the first part of your life preaching peace. I had no right to drag you into my war and entangle you in such violence...
 * Emmeryn: ......
 * Chrom: I...I would understand if you chose to leave it all behind and stay here.
 * Emmeryn: Chrom... Are you...crying?
 * Chrom: Hm? *sniff* D-don't be silly, I—
 * Emmeryn: I want to stay...with you...
 * Chrom: What? But, Emm...
 * Emmeryn: I belong...with you... My strength...is your strength. This world...needs me... You need me... And I...need you...
 * Chrom: Oh, Emm... *sniff*
 * Emmeryn: Don't...cry, Chrom... Everything...will be okay...
 * Chrom: Thanks, Emm. You'll always be my big sister. We belong together. And I swear on Falchion that no harm will come for you. I swear to all the gods! You and I will give the world the peace it deserves. Together.
 * Emmeryn: Together...

W/ Say'ri

 * Say'ri: *Sniff* *sob*
 * Yen'fay: Say'ri...
 * Say'ri: Brother, I pray thee... Leave me be.
 * Yen'fay: ......
 * Say'ri: I do not wish for you to see me like this.
 * Yen'fay: There is no shame in tears. Too much sentiment burdens the body and mind. We must set it free.
 * Say'ri: I am far too old to "set it free" in front of you...
 * Yen'fay: ......
 * Say'ri: ...'Tis your fault!
 * Yen'fay: ...!
 * Say'ri: You look like him, speak like him... You even treat me the same. You trick the eye and make me believe I have him back! And the more you say you are different, the more you feel the same.
 * Yen'fay: Say'ri...I...
 * Say'ri: *Sob* Ahhh...
 * Yen'fay: You have the right of it. I ought never have returned to you like this. Perhaps the time has come to part ways...before the pain cuts deeper...
 * Say'ri: What? ...Where are you going?!
 * Yen'fay: We shall not meet again. Your brother is dead, and you met a man who only vaguely resembled him. You need remember only that. Fare thee well, Say'ri.
 * (Yen'fay leaves)
 * Say'ri: Wait! No! ...BROTHER!
 * (Yen'fay returns)
 * Yen'fay: I tell you, I am not your brother.
 * Say'ri: It matters not! Can you not see that I need you?
 * Yen'fay: ...Are you certain? Perhaps we do our true siblings a dishonor by pretending.
 * Say'ri: Our true siblings are gone... *Sniff* You are the brother I have.
 * Yen'fay: It seems I am cursed with the unfortunate gift of making you cry in any world. Forgive me, Say'ri. Your brother is here. My sleeves are yours to weep in.
 * Say'ri: Mercy, Brother... Thank you... *sob*

W/ Walhart

 * Priam: Something's coming...and it's not a Risen... I can feel the air around me closing in... Suffocating... Like it's trying to squeeze anyone unworthy right out of existence! He must be close.
 * Walhart: ...Priam. I could sense you approaching like a hot knife through the cold, buttery air. Only a man with your skill could project such an aura. I would know it even a thousand leagues away. How it pleases me that we may now finish our unsettled score!
 * Priam: The strong are drawn to the strong!
 * Walhart: Now, come and break that mighty blade upon me.
 * Priam: I think I'll just break you. ...Draw!
 * Soldier: Help! More Risen! We're surrounded!
 * Priam: Ugh... Not again.
 * Walhart: Perhaps we are simply not destined to clash just yet. Priam...what say we annihilate these Risen fools and settle our score then?
 * Priam: You suggest an alliance?
 * Walhart: Just imagine it. Side by side, we could disintegrate those wretched corpses with a sneeze.
 * Priam: Heh... Sounds like fun. And I could use a warm-up before I take you on!

W/ Yen'fay

 * Yen'fay: Sir Priam.
 * Priam: Still need something, Yen'fay?
 * Yen'fay: Have you heard these waters are therapeutic? They soothe the body.
 * Priam: I have. So?
 * Yen'fay: You had insinuated our campaign was taking its toll upon you, sir. Thus I thought it prudent, perhaps, that you rest in the bath for a spell. After, of course, the Risen have been vanquished and business restored.
 * Priam: I take baths on my own time. I don't need to do it in a place so...exposed. Even if they let me take my weapon in, I still have to doff my armor, right?
 * Yen'fay: You fear the Risen will strike whilst you bathe?
 * Priam: Pretty much.
 * Yen'fay: Then put your fears to rest. We can bathe in shifts. Guards will always be posted.
 * Priam: I know, but...
 * Yen'fay: You trust no guard but yourself.
 * Priam: Well...
 * Yen'fay: My friend, I have little doubt your strength surpasses that of any among us. But the strength of one is easily broken by the strength of numbers. Without us by your side, how would you fare against a well-trained army of a thousand?
 * Priam: All right, Yen'fay. You've made your point. No man is an island...even if he did use to live on one. I'll take your advice and put a little more faith in the others.
 * Yen'fay: Splendid. ...And remember the bath. I promise you these waters will chase the fatigue from your bones.
 * Priam: Heh... Relaxing is hardly my bread and butter, but I'll give it a try. I never knew you were such a hygiene guru. What gives?
 * Yen'fay: Chon'sin had many such hot springs. Laugh it off as an old custom, if you wish.
 * Priam: I see. Well, I think it's a great custom. And I'm lucky to have a friend like you to give such good advice. Thanks, Yen'fay.

Outside the Springs

 * Chrom: ...Tell me we're done.
 * Merchant: You're done! Thank you so much for driving those icky things away. And, uh...sorry your fabulous hot-spring vacation didn't go as planned.
 * Chrom: It's all right. I feel relaxed just knowing we helped keep you safe.
 * Merchant: Well, that's very sweet of you. You know, it's not too late to soak in the water for a bit. What do you say?
 * Chrom: Okay, why not? I'll go get ready.
 * (Chrom leaves)
 * Merchant: ...... ...Is he gone? Okay... My sisters are counting on me to turn a profit on this. After all, we didn't invent this Snapshot tome for nothing. All I have to do is get a few pictures of the Shepherds taking a dip in the spring... If I can pull it off, we're in business! Instant bestseller! Mm, I can smell the piles of gold already. I'd better go find a good angle!
 * (Merchant leaves)

At the Springs
(Note: The dialogue changes depending on the Avatar's gender.)

Male Avatar

 * Merchant: Heh heh... They say a picture's worth a thousand words... But these landscapes I just took look more like a thousand GOLD to me! Now I just need to snap a few pictures of the Shepherds without their fleece. Knock knock. Is everyone indecent? I'm coming in!
 * Avatar: ...Finally. I've been dying for a nice, hot bath. I'll just slip these off and... WHOA! Wh-what are YOU doing in the men's bath? Get out! Out out OUT!
 * Merchant: Ooh! What impeccable timing! The famous tactician, Avatar, ready for bathing action! Now just pretend I'm not here, and go about your usual business.
 * Avatar: H-how am I supposed to do that when you're peeping?! Get out of here!
 * Merchant: I'm afraid I can't go anywhere until I've recorded this moment for posterity.
 * Avatar: Am I going to have to MAKE you leave?!
 * Merchant: Ha, whatever. You're not so buff when you're in the buff.
 * Avatar: Here's how it's done!
 * Merchant: ...HEY! You splashed my tome, you creep! So you want to play dirty? All right, then... Ready to get gouged?
 * Avatar: Rrrgrrph! Why, you little— T-time to tip the scales!
 * Merchant: *Gurgle* Pfffft! Not bad, short stuff... But I'm just getting started. Here's a freebie!
 * Avatar: Grr... I will destroy you, peeper. Count on it!

Female Avatar

 * Merchant: Heh heh... They say a picture's worth a thousand words... But these landscapes I just took look more like a thousand GOLD to me! Now I just need to snap a few pictures of the Shepherds without their fleece. Knock knock. Is everyone indecent? I'm coming in!
 * Avatar: ...Finally. I've been dying for a nice, hot bath. I'll just slip these off and... Oh, hello, Other Anna. Aren't you going to bathe with me and the others? You're still dressed.
 * Merchant: Ooh! What impeccable timing! The famous tactician, Avatar, ready for bathing action! Now just pretend I'm not here, and go about your usual business.
 * Avatar: I don't understand. If you're not here to bathe...
 * Merchant: To bathe? Oh, no—I'm just here to record this moment for posterity. Now hold still, baby. We don't want the important bits to get blurred.
 * Avatar: Hey, are you SPYING on us? Oh my gods, that is low!
 * Merchant: And what are you gonna do about it? You're not so buff in the buff.
 * Avatar: Here's how it's done!
 * Merchant: ...HEY! You splashed my tome, you hag! So you want to play dirty? All right, then... Ready to get gouged?
 * Avatar: Rrrgrrph! Why, you little— T-time to tip the scales!
 * Merchant: *Gurgle* Pfffft! Not bad, tiny... But I'm just getting started. Here's a freebie!
 * Avatar: Grr... I will destroy you, peeper. Count on it!

Outside the Springs

 * Chrom: ...You passed out?
 * Avatar: ...Yup.
 * Chrom: Well, that wasn't very tactically sound. Especially when the others in the bath say you were playing with that merchant.
 * Merchant: We weren't playing. We were fighting.
 * Avatar: Oh, gods, she's back...
 * Merchant: Lovely to see you too. You should be ashamed of yourself for wrecking my precious tome like that. There goes my nest egg... Though at least you had something nice to say to me at the end.
 * Chrom: Really? What did he/she say?
 * Avatar: I thanked her for giving us all a chance to relax and have fun. After all, it's not very often we get to show our true colors.
 * Merchant: That's not all he/she showed...
 * Avatar: *Sigh* ...Can we go now?
 * Merchant: Heh, you're kinda cute when you blush, Avatar. Anyway, dinner is ready, so why don't you all scurry over to the dining hall? A hearty meal after a nice, long soak in the springs really hits the spot.
 * Chrom: Great. I'm starving. See you there.
 * Avatar: Yeah, see you there...
 * Merchant: *Ahem* Avatar.
 * Avatar: ...Yes?
 * Merchant: Just so you know, if I ever get you alone in the bath again, I WILL annhilate you.
 * Avatar: Ha! You can try!