Neimi/Supports

C Support

 * Colm: Neimi.
 * Neimi: Oh, hi, Colm... How are you doing?
 * Colm:  This is no time for pleasantries! You need to concentrate in battle!
 * Neimi: I was just being polite...
 * Colm:  I never thought I'd see you on the battlefield.
 * Neimi: Well, I might not be the best, but when something needs to be done...I do it.
 * Colm:  It's amazing how war affects people. I mean, look at you. You're a bumbling crybaby, but even you've pulled yourself together temporarily.
 * Neimi: Uh...
 * Colm:  When we were little, you followed me everywhere, tripping and crying...
 * Neimi: Oh! Sniff... Why are you always so mean? Waaa!
 * Colm:  And now look at you! You're still following me everywhere, tripping and crying, but now you're doing it on the battlefield. Will you PLEASE stop your boo-hooing?
 * Neimi: Sniff... OK... I'll try...
 * Colm:  Man, you can't do anything without me, can you! And stop crying!
 * Neimi: But... Sniff...
 * Colm:  What is it?!
 * Neimi: You're the one who's...making me cry.
 * Colm:  Ugh!

B Support

 * Neimi: Wheh!
 * Colm:  What are you doing?
 * Neimi: Oh! C-Colm... I-I was just restringing my bow...
 * Colm:  Wow. You really take after your grandfather. The way you handle your bow is great!
 * Neimi: Grandpa taught me how to shoot when I was little...
 * Colm:  Yeah. Your grandfather was a really top-notch archer. I still remember how he tried to shoot me.
 * Neimi: W-well, Colm... That's because you were stealing fruit from our tree.
 * Colm:  He really taught me how frightening an archer with a good shot can be.
 * Neimi: But... He never hurt you. He just wanted to scare you. He missed on purpose.
 * Colm:  No, he was aiming for me. I was just too fast for him to hit me.
 * Neimi: He never missed a target when we went hunting.
 * Colm:  Well, then, I guess I'm just faster than wild animals.
 * Neimi: Hee hee! Ha ha ha!
 * Colm:  Hey! You're laughing at me, aren't you?
 * Neimi: Hee hee! That's not true... It's just that... You haven't changed much since then.
 * Colm:  What's that supposed to mean?
 * Neimi: J-just that you still exaggerate a lot. But now that I think about it, you've always been on my side.
 * Colm:  Not always! And now especially, I can't always be there to protect you. I have many responsibilities to this unit, you know.
 * Neimi: I know...
 * Colm:  But I can't leave you alone, either.
 * Neimi: Thank you...

A Support

 * Neimi: Waaaaaaah!
 * Colm:  Neimi! What's wrong?
 * Neimi: Oh... Sniff... Colm...
 * Colm:  What's wrong? Did someone attack you? Are you hurt?
 * Neimi: No...
 * Colm:  Did someone say something mean to you? Did someone steal your mirror again?
 * Neimi: That's not it...
 * Colm:  Then what is it?
 * Neimi: I j-just...have something in my eye...
 * Colm:  What?!
 * Neimi: Whew! It's gone now.
 * Colm:  I thought you were hurt!
 * Neimi: Colm...
 * Colm:  What's the matter now?!
 * Neimi: Uh... I'm sorry for alarming you... But... I'm happy that-- I mean-- Thank you for caring for me...
 * Colm:  No need to get all mushy about it. You shouldn't cry so much.
 * Neimi: I know. The other day, when I was in battle, I was remembering all the times you helped me when we were little.
 * Colm:  Oh?
 * Neimi: Like that time I fell into the river and you came and rescued me. Or the time I broke Grandpa's bow. You helped me fix it. And all the times bullies picked on me, you defended me.
 * Colm:  Seriously, Neimi. You've always been such a crybaby.
 * Neimi: Yes, but... Because you were there with me, I was never sad... When Grandpa died, you were by my side the whole time, holding my hand...
 * Colm:  Neimi...
 * Neimi: Thank you, Colm. For then and now... I like you a lot...
 * Colm:  Oh... If anything is troubling you, come see me first, all right? I'll take care of anyone who makes you cry.
 * Neimi: I will...
 * Colm:  I think your haplessness is permanent. But don't worry, I'll take care of you.
 * Neimi: Oh! Sniff... Colm... Sniff...
 * Colm:  Oh, no. I made you cry again, didn't I.
 * Neimi: Sniff... Yes... But for different reasons this time.
 * Colm:  That's better.
 * Neimi: Sniff...
 * Colm:  Neimi... I'm the only one who can make you cry. For now and ever, got that?
 * Neimi: All right...

C Support

 * Neimi: Whoa... That's beautiful! Your armor, I mean. It's so shiny.
 * Amelia:  Th-thanks. Ah... Er...
 * Neimi: I'm Neimi.
 * Amelia:  Oh, my name is Amelia. Nice to meet you, miss.
 * Neimi: Miss? Oh, no. I'm just Neimi. It's nice to meet you, too.
 * Amelia:  All right, Neimi it is.
 * Neimi: Anyway, your armor really is lovely. That color reminds me of the michew berries that grow in my hometown.
 * Amelia: Oh, I've had michew berries before! They're really shiny, and they're sweet and a little tart when you eat them. I just love them in pies...
 * Neimi: Oh, I know! I didn't think they grew anywhere else. They're so yummy!
 * Amelia:  Tell you what: if we come across any in the field, let's stop and pick them.
 * Neimi: That sounds like a good idea.
 * Amelia:  Maybe we can use some of the supplies to bake some michew pies for everyone. One bite, and they'll forget all about their exhaustion.
 * Neimi: I agree. I'll keep my eyes peeled, and if I see any, I'll pick some for you.
 * Amelia:  Ha ha! That's great! Now we've got something to look forward to, hm? Oh, we'd better get back to the battle.
 * Neimi: Aw... All right, Amelia. But let's talk some more again.
 * Amelia:  Oh, you bet! I'm really glad I met you, Neimi.
 * Neimi: Me too, Amelia.

C Support

 * Neimi: Oh... Brother Artur...
 * Artur:  Yes? And you must be...
 * Neimi: I'm...Neimi.
 * Artur:  Ah, Neimi. I'm sorry that our introduction has been so delayed. And please, just call me Artur. "Brother" is too formal.
 * Neimi: Oh... All right, Artur it is.
 * Artur:  Very good. Ack!
 * Neimi: What is it? What's wrong?
 * Artur:  Oh, nothing. Sorry. But...that hand mirror hanging from your waist...
 * Neimi: Oh, this? It's a keepsake from my mother. I had it stolen from me once, so I've made this leather strap for it. I can tie it to my belt and take it with me everywhere now.
 * Artur:  It's... Excuse me, but may I look at it for a moment? *steps forward* Hm... Yes, well, that is interesting. If my memory serves, this is quite a valuable mirror. It is a gift given only to clerics of the highest order. Few of these mirrors exist, and for you to have one means your mother...
 * Neimi: Yes, she was a cleric. When I was young, an illness...
 * Artur:  Say no more. I understand. But seeing you and the mirror she left you tells me something. Your mother was a good person, benevolent, faithful, and caring. And you are the product of her care, filled with the same light.
 * Neimi: Thank you... It makes me happy to hear that.
 * Artur:  I'm delighted to have met you. We shall have to speak again.
 * Neimi: I hope so, Artur! See you soon.