Nah/Supports

C Support

 * Nah: Ooo! Look at all those berries!
 * Avatar: Do you know if they're edible?
 * Nah: Yup, they're safe to eat! Really sweet, too!
 * Avatar: Mmm, we'll have to pick a few, then.
 * Nah: The leaves are a little bitter, but they're not half bad, either.
 * Avatar: The, uh... The leaves?
 * Nah: Oh, and if you chew on the roots enough, they make a juice that's pretty okay. Plus it keeps you from feeling hungry, so that's convenient for long marches.
 * Avatar: No kidding...
 * Nah: I don't think I've ever seen this many berries at once, though. This is great! Whoa, and there's a ton more over there!
 * Avatar: ...Just what sort of diet did she grow up on, anyway?

B Support

 * Avatar: Hey, Nah?
 * Nah: Hmmm?
 * Avatar: Earlier, it sounded like you'd eaten roots and leaves and whatnot before, yes?
 * Nah: On the good days, anyway. But at least it was food!
 * Avatar: Well, of a sort, I suppose.
 * Nah: Oh! You can eat the leaves of these plants growing by the road, too! See? *Munch, munch, munch*
 * Avatar: Those are just weeds, Nah!
 * Nah: Yeah, but the un-poison kind! They're a lot tastier than you'd think. Wanna try a bite?
 * Avatar: No, I'm sure they're great. But, uh, Nah? We have food now, you know. Plenty of it tastier than weeds.
 * Nah: I think anything that keeps the walls of your belly from clanging together is good. Hey, look! Those fruity things over there are great, too! Once you get used to the sourness and the itchy tongue and the dizziness, anyway.
 * Avatar: There's got to be SOMETHING I can do for her...

A Support

 * Avatar: Do you have a minute, Nah?
 * Nah: Sure! Whatcha need?
 * Avatar: A taste tester, actually. I fixed a little something and wanted you to help me out.
 * Nah: Me? Oh, yay!
 * Avatar: Don't get too excited till you've tried it.
 * Nah: It looks great! Gimme! *munch, munch, munch*
 * Avatar: ...Well?
 * Nah: What... what IS this?! I've never tasted anything so amazing! It's incredible! It's life changing! It's... It's... AAAAAAAAAA!
 * Avatar: Heh heh, I'm glad you like it.
 * Nah: Hey, so no offense, but you lost all your memories, didn't you? How do you know how to cook?
 * Avatar: Oh, I've just been reading up a bit. The first few attempts were ghastly, but I finally got it to taste almost normal. Anyway, I wanted you to be the first to try it.
 * Nah: Wow, Avatar... Thank you! It's so nice of you to think of me!
 * Avatar: Of course, Nah! I'm always thinking of you.

S Support

 * Avatar: I tried out a new recipe today, Nah. Want to give it a try?
 * Nah: You bet!
 * Avatar: Here you go.
 * Nah: *Munch, munch* ...Hey, this is great! Everything you've made has been tasty, but this may be the best dish yet!
 * Avatar: Glad to hear it.
 * Nah: Hey, can I ask you something? ...Why are you so nice to me?
 * Avatar: Why am I... nice?
 * Nah: It may not seem like it to you, but cooking like this is a really big deal to me. In the future, there was never enough to eat, you know? Just finding enough to fill your belly for a day was cause for celebration. Especially for a manakete. We need to eat way more than you to survive. So, um, yeah. Your food just makes me really... so happy.
 * Avatar: Nah, I don't know what to say...
 * Nah: And you have your own troubles to worry about with the amnesia and all, right? So why go all out of your way for me?
 * Avatar: Well... At first, I just wanted to introduce you to all the flavors you've been deprived. But after a while, I guess I got booked on seeing how happy it made you...
 * Nah: Um, Avatar?
 * Avatar: Hmm?
 * Nah: Would you, um... After the war is over, will you still cook for me?
 * Avatar: As long as you're willing to eat what I come up with, it'd be my pleasure.
 * Nah: Oh, Avatar! I... I love you!
 * Avatar: Y-you LOVE me? Why, that's... I mean, I hoped, but... Nah, if my cooking tastes good, it's only because it's filled with MY love for you!
 * Nah: Mmm... Your love is delicious... Hee hee!
 * Nah: Look, it's gonna be you. Better just give up and accept it now!

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Avatar: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How can you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Avatar: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Avatar: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless... you rushed her into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Avatar: What?! Don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Avatar: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Avatar: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

C Support

 * Avatar: HEY! Nah! What in blazes do you think you're doing?!
 * Nah: Oh, hey, Avatar. What's the trouble?
 * Avatar: What's the TROUBLE? You Turning into a dragon and crashing through the countryside!
 * Nah: Oh. That. ...Sorry.
 * Avatar: Sorry isn't good enough!
 * Nah: Look, it's just something I have to do.
 * Avatar: And why, pray tell, is that?
 * Nah: Every now and then, I get this incredible urge to just... run amok. It's like a really horrible itch that HAS to be scratched. So I turn into a dragon and rampage for a bit. It's genetic or ...something.
 * Avatar: What about the people who get hurt on these little strolls of destruction?!
 * Nah: Oh, gosh, I would never do that! Never! I always go somewhere nice and quiet where there's no one around. Then I just sort of unleash myself on trees and bushes and stuff. My record is thirty giant firs in a single rampage! Pretty impressive, huh?
 * Avatar: Well, I... suppose that is impressive. But are you sure it's safe?
 * Nah: Er, like I might hurt myself on a sharp branch or something?
 * Avatar: Something like that. ...Listen, Nah. You think I could watch the next time you do this?
 * Nah: Oh, sure. That would be no problem. In fact, it'd make it more fun!
 * Avatar: Er, fun? Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all...

B Support

 * Nah: *Yawn* What a great rampage... I'm going to sleep well tonight!
 * Avatar: I don't think I've ever seen anything so terrifying in all my life... Dragons are ferocious beasts when they want to be!
 * Nah: I bet you're afraid I'm going smoosh somebody around here into jelly, huh?
 * Avatar: Huh? Oh, n-no. Of course not. I'm sure it's quite safe...
 * Nah: Liar, liar, pantaloons aflame! Just remember, I only rampage if there's no one around. It's perfectly safe.
 * Avatar: I'm sure you're right. Who could you hurt in such an isolated spot?
 * Nah: Exactly! I'm not an idiot, you know. I've been doing this for a while.
 * Avatar: ...Still, it makes me wonder why you have such urges in the first place. I assumed it was something instinctual in your species... But there's no record of your mother ever doing it. In fact, I've never heard of any manakete engaging in such behavior!
 * Nah: Beats me. Hmm... The other manaketes have always been true-bloods, right? As far as I know, I'm the only half-human manakete that's ever lived.
 * Avatar: You think it's something from your human side that compels you?
 * Nah: Hey, I dunno. I just work here. All I know is that I have to do it, whether we like it or not!
 * Avatar: Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to keep coming on these little trips of yours.
 * Nah: Hey, it's your funeral. Kidding! I'm kidding. ...Ha ha?

A Support

 * Nah: Hee hee! Oh, gods, that was fun! That was the best rampage EVER!
 * Avatar: Here, Nah. Have some water.
 * Nah: Thanks!
 * Avatar: Gracious, you certainly took it up another notch today. It's a good thing we're in such an isolated spot here.
 * Nah: Gods, yeah. Can you imagine me running amok in the middle of town?!
 * Avatar: A grim thought indeed. But listen, I have a theory about why you need to rampage. I think they're a way for your dragon side to get some exercise.
 * Nah: Hmm, yeah. Could be. Is exercise something you humans do a lot?
 * Avatar: Most of us, yes. It's a great way to get rid of stress and blow off steam. And the healers say regulate exercise is the key to good health.
 * Nah: Do you uproot trees?
 * Avatar: Er, no, not usually. In fact, almost never.
 * Nah: Oh. That's too bad. Uprooting trees is my favorite bit. Oh, so the other day in a village I saw a lady screaming at her husband. She was chasing him around the square with this huge rolling pin. Then she went in the house, threw his stuff out the window, and stomped on it. Was that exercise? 'Cause it sure looked like a good workout.
 * Avatar: Er, no. That's something different. Although I wager she was blowing off steam...
 * Nah: Hmm. Well, it seems that my exercise needs to be destructive. I can't stop until I've splintered some trees or torn up a swathe of undergrowth.
 * Avatar: It's a good thing we have plenty of forest to spare.
 * Nah: Oh, and I feel much better running amok if you're here with me.
 * Avatar: Because I can make sure that you don't destroy anything important?
 * Nah: Because forests are dark and scary and have lots of ghosts. But when you're around, I'm not scared one little bit!
 * Avatar: Heh. Sometimes I forget there's a little girl inside that monstrous beast.
 * Nah: So you ARE going to keep coming out with me for my exercises, aren't you?
 * Avatar: Of course. I've grown quite fond of them, and of you... You're like the little sister I never had... and I guess the big monster I never had, too!
 * Nah: YAAAAAAAAAAY!

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Vaike: What's wrong, Nah? You seem pretty sour there.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Vaike: Weird. I was just thinkin' how the both of ya are so similar... But no, I don't find her annoyin'. It's who she is, and I don't expect her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Vaike: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Vaike: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! The Vaike knew exactly what he was gettin' into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Vaike: N-no! I was plenty aware of her frivolous side! I found it...charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Vaike: Enough! Ya shouldn't be talkin' about your mother like this!
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAAIT!

B Support

 * Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
 * Vaike: Nah, you're awfully persistent, but that discussion's over. I'm not gettin' into more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
 * Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
 * Vaike: Aren't you a little young to be worryin' about a "woman's heart," yourself?
 * Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
 * Vaike: Hey, I know what you're tryin' to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. Ya keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish ya...
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry...I swear.
 * Vaike: All right, all right then. I appreciate the apology.
 * Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
 * Vaike: Yeah, of course. But—
 * Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
 * Vaike: No, wait.
 * Nah: Yes?
 * Vaike: Ya seem so crestfallen... You all right?
 * Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
 * Vaike: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just—
 * Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
 * Vaike: B-b-but... ...Gods, is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A Support

 * Vaike: Nah...
 * Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
 * Vaike: About the other day, when ya said ya were used to disappointment... What exactly did ya mean by that?
 * Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
 * Vaike: What, ya mean Nowi wasn't around to raise ya?
 * Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
 * Vaike: Don't say that.
 * Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I...I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
 * Vaike: ...Nah, I...
 * Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
 * Vaike: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been a real heel about this whole thing... I'll tell ya anythin' ya wanna know about your mother. ...Even how we fell in love. And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for ya. As long as I'm around, ya won't ever be lonely again.
 * Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
 * Vaike: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do ya wanna know?
 * Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
 * Vaike: *Sigh* Well...as ya know, your mother's always looked real young, and...

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Kellam: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... how do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Kellam: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Kellam: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Kellam: Wha?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Kellam: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Kellam: Enough! you shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
 * (Kellam leaves)
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

B Support

 * Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
 * Kellam: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
 * Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
 * Kellam: You're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself, you know...
 * Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
 * Kellam: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
 * Kellam: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.
 * Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me.
 * Kellam: Yes, of course. But—
 * Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Kellam: No, wait, Nah.
 * (Nah returns)
 * Nah: Yes?
 * Kellam: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
 * Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
 * Kellam: Um, yes, well... See, it's just—
 * Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Kellam: B-b-but... *Sigh* Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A Support

 * Kellam: Nah...
 * Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
 * Kellam: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
 * Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
 * Kellam: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
 * Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
 * Kellam: Don't say that.
 * Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I...I didn't even ask...when...when they would come back for me...
 * Kellam: ...Nah, I...
 * Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could learn about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
 * Kellam: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want to know—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
 * Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
 * Kellam: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
 * Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
 * Kellam: *Sigh* All right, well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Donnel: What's wrong, Nah? Ya seem awfully peeved.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Donnel: Ain't that a kick? I was just thinkin' how alike the two of you are. But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Donnel: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Donnel: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was gettin' into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Donnel: Heck no! I knew yer ma was a bit...flighty at times. I just find it charmin'.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Donnel: Enough! It ain't right to be talkin' 'bout yer ma like this!
 * (Donnel leaves)
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Ricken: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in a bad mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends most of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Ricken: Hah! I was Just thinking how you two were alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH to kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Ricken: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Ricken: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Ricken: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Ricken: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
 * (Ricken leaves)
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

B Support

 * Nah: Father! Cornered at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
 * Ricken: Nah, you're awfully persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
 * Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. Your so CRUEL!
 * Ricken: Hey, your a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
 * Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said, it's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
 * Ricken: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you!
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
 * Ricken: All right... I appreciate the apology.
 * Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me.
 * Ricken: Yes, of course. But—
 * Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Ricken: H-hold on!
 * (Nah returns)
 * Nah: Yes?
 * Ricken: You seem so crestfallen... Are you alright?
 * Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
 * Ricken: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just—
 * Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Ricken: B-b-but... ...Is that really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A Support

 * Ricken: Nah...
 * Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
 * Ricken: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
 * Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
 * Ricken: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
 * Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
 * Ricken: Don't say that...
 * Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
 * Ricken: ...Nah, I...
 * Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
 * Ricken: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you everything you want to know—even the story of why I chose your mother... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
 * Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
 * Ricken: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
 * Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
 * Ricken: *Sigh* All right, well...as you know, your mother's always looked very young, and...

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she doesn't have a care in the world!
 * Gregor: What is wrong, Nah? You seem to be in foul mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Gregor: Strange. Gregor was just thinking how you two are alike in many ways... But no, mother is not annoying. She is mother. Gregor not want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Gregor: Well...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Gregor: What?! D-Don't be silly! Gregor knew just what he was getting into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Gregor: Not even close. Gregor find Nowi, how you say, charming? ...That is word, yes?
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you Mary her?
 * Gregor: Enough! You should not speak of mother in such ways.
 * (Gregor leaves)
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

C Support

 * Nowi: Nah, look, look! See all pretty flowers?! Let's go pick some and make flower necklaces! It'll be fun! SO much fun!
 * Nah: You go. As you can see, I'm busy right now.
 * Nowi: What is that, some kind of picture book? Let me see... Oh, boo! It's full of writing!
 * Nah: It's a book on the use of dragonstones in battle. I found it in the baggage train.
 * Nowi: Is it fun? Because it look like the opposite of fun.
 * Nah: Of course it isn't "fun". But it's vital that I study these kinds of things.
 * Nowi: This army would be WAY better if we didn't have to do so much boring stuff.
 * Nah: Doubtless. But it's our duty to learn all the arcane secrets of our dragonstones. We have inherited a unique, and truly powerful, ability. We must cultivate and master it so that we can better serve our allies in battle.
 * Nowi: Ew. Do you always use such big words? I'm not use to thinking so hard! Why don't we run out to the woods and play a game before our brains melt?
 * Nah: Mother, you need to take this more seriously! We're in the midst of a war!
 * Nowi: I KNOW, silly. But thinking about it all the time isn't going to help me! The tougher things get, the more I laugh, and that makes everyone laugh, too. I think that's kind of my job here. To keep everyone smiling.
 * Nah: Wait. You think your role in this army is to play all the time?
 * Nowi: Exactamundo! So what do you say? Let's go play!
 * Nah: *Sigh* Well you certainly are good at your "job", I'll give you that...

B Support

 * Nah: Oh, darn. It's not here, either. Where can it be?
 * Nowi: ......
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Mother. Have you seen my dragonstone anywhere?
 * Nowi: D-dragonstone? Er, NO! Not a clue! I have no idea. Nope. None whatsoever.
 * Nah: ...You're a terrible liar.
 * Nowi: B-but I'm NOT lying! Ha ha. Ah ha...ha?
 * Nah: *Sigh* All right, Mother. What did you do with it?
 * Nowi: Nothing! ...I, er, just decided to look after it, is all.
 * Nah: Give it back! Honestly, how am I supposed to train without it?
 * Nowi: Oh, training, schmaining! Let's have some fun instead.
 * Nah: I don't want to have fun. I want to get stronger. If I don't, I'll never help win this war or earn my place in this army.
 * Nowi: Er...
 * Nah: If I'm not helping people, then what's the point of even having me around? No real human wants to be friends with a half person who can't look after herself.
 * Nowi: Is that what you're worried about? But I'm here—and I'm a manakete! You don't have to prove something to the humans to be here with us. Manakete, taguel, human—everyone in this army is equal and in it together!
 * Nah: You truly believe that?
 * Nowi: I do. And more importantly, you're still very young for a manakete. You can't overuse the dragonstone. It's far too powerful for one of your age.
 * Nah: It's true that after a day of training I tend to feel terribly weak...
 * Nowi: I'm going to give it back to you, but I don't want to see you hurting yourself. You must promise me to only use it during actual battle. Do you hear me?
 * Nah: All right, Mother. I swear to use it more responsibly from now on.

A Support

 * Nowi: Hee hee hee! Come on, Nah! I'm over here!
 * Nah: *Pant, pant* I don't think... I can run... *pant* ...any more...
 * Nowi: Tsk. Well, I suppose we can rest for a while if you REALLY have to.
 * Nah: D-don't you think we've...played enough? Maybe we could...study a bit...
 * Nowi: BOOOOOORING!
 * Nah: Mother, you do realize we're in the middle of a cataclysmic war, yes? The fate of the entire world depends on whether or not we emerge victorious.
 * Nowi: I know! That's why we have to get stronger and always be ready to fight.
 * Nah: Which means we must study—
 * Nowi: Nah, when it comes to thinking or studying, I leave that to Chrom and Avatar. I trust them to do their egghead jobs, and they trust me to fight.
 * Nah: Yes, but training and studying...that's how we grow stronger.
 * Nowi: You DO know that training isn't the only way to make yourself strong, don't you?
 * Nah: But how else... Wait. Are these practice games how you practice for battle?
 * Nowi: Well, it tired YOU out, didn't it? The more you play, the stronger you get!
 * Nah: ...It appears I might have underestimated you, Mother. From now on, I'm going to trust you more. ...AND start playing a lot more seriously!
 * Nowi: "Playing seriously"? Oh Nah, that is SO like you!

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Libra: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Libra: How Odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Libra: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Libra: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Libra: No, no... I was well aware of her ... frivolous side! I find it charming. Yes, indeed. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Libra: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this!
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAAIT!

B Support

 * Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
 * Libra: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
 * Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
 * Libra: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
 * Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
 * Libra: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry...I swear.
 * Libra: All right... I appreciate the apology.
 * Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
 * Libra: Yes, of course. But—
 * Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
 * Libra: No, wait, Nah.
 * Nah: Yes?
 * Libra: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
 * Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
 * Libra: Um, yes, well... See, it's just—
 * Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
 * Libra: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A Support

 * Libra: Nah...
 * Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
 * Libra: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
 * Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
 * Libra: What, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
 * Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
 * Libra: Don't say that.
 * Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me...I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
 * Libra: ...Nah...
 * Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
 * Libra: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want know—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
 * Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
 * Libra: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
 * Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
 * Libra: Oh dear. All right, well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...

C Support

 * Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
 * Henry: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
 * Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
 * Henry: Nya ha! I was JUST thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
 * Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
 * Henry: Well, I...
 * Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
 * Henry: What?! That's just crazy talk! I knew exactly what I was getting into!
 * Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
 * Henry: No, no, no. I was well aware of her frivolous side. I find it...charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.
 * Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
 * Henry: Hey, that's enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
 * (Henry leaves)
 * Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAAIT!

B Support

 * Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
 * Henry: Nah, you're insanely persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's that!
 * Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
 * Henry: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
 * Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
 * Henry: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry...I swear.
 * Henry: All right, then... I appreciate the apology.
 * Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
 * Henry: Yeah, of course. But—
 * Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
 * Henry: No, wait.
 * Nah: Yes?
 * Henry: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
 * Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
 * Henry: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just—
 * Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
 * Henry: B-b-but... Geez, is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A Support

 * Henry: Nah...
 * Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
 * Henry: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
 * Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
 * Henry: Wait, so Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
 * Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
 * Henry: Don't say that...
 * Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me...I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
 * Henry: ...Nah, I...
 * Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
 * Henry: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want know—even the embarrassing story of how we met... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again!
 * Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
 * Henry: Nya ha! Of course! Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
 * Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
 * Henry: Yikes. All right, well...as you know, your mother's always looked young, and...

C Support

 * Nah: Hey, Tiki. There you are!
 * Tiki: Yes, Nah. Here I am.
 * Nah: Could you do me a favor?
 * Tiki: If I'm capable, then of course. What do you need?
 * Nah: I, er... I actually want you to tell me about something.
 * Tiki: What, specifically?
 * Nah: Well, about when you were young. A long, long, long time ago. People say you were alive back during the age of legends, right? Well, I'm curious about history. Manakete history, especially. How did our kind live back then?
 * Tiki: Ah, yes. You have manakete blood in your veins.
 * Nah: I do indeed.
 * Tiki: You have the blood, yet you are not a true member of the tribe.
 * Nah: B-but I'm just like you... Aren't I?
 * Tiki: Throughout my millennia of life in this world, every manakete has been of pure blood. ...Until you. You are unique—the first of our kind to have a human father. I can tell you our history, though I doubt it would mean much to you now.
 * Nah: But that's not fair. I have the right to know, even if I'm not a full-blooded manakete!
 * Tiki: I don't mean it like that. You are a unique existence, the likes of which we have never known before. Our story may be difficult to you. ...Painful even. Are you sure you wish to hear it?
 * Nah: ...... Yes. Yes, I am!
 * Tiki: Then I shall tell you the tale someday. ...But not today.
 * Nah: I...I understand. Thank you, Tiki!

B Support

 * Nah: Tiki? I'm ready to hear the story now.
 * Tiki: Oh, yes. I did promise, didn't I? *Yawn* But I'm feeling very tired at the moment. Can it wait?
 * Nah: Er, okay. What about tomorrow?
 * Tiki: Yes, thank you. I'd appreciate that.
 * Nah: So do you snooze so much because you slept for thousands of years?
 * Tiki: ...I don't know. I suppose I do sleep a little more than most people.
 * Nah: You sure do.
 * Tiki: ......
 * Nah: Tiki?
 * Tiki: What is it, Nah? I thought we agreed to talk another day.
 * Nah: No, the history lesson can wait. It's just...there's something else.
 * Tiki: What is it?
 * Nah: When you turn into a dragon... Well, your jaws are bigger than mine.
 * Tiki: Er, yes. I suppose they are.
 * Nah: Why is that?
 * Tiki: It's because I am pure blooded. Manakete blood runs thick in my veins, and makes me look more...dragon-like.
 * Nah: Is that also why your fangs and claws are sharper than mine?
 * Tiki: That is a matter only of age. I have lived many, many more centuries than you. As dragons get older and become more powerful, our claws and fangs sharpen. It will be the same for you when you reach my age, though it will take millennia.
 * Nah: That'll be sweet... I see... So, why is your skin so much thicker and harder than mine?
 * Tiki: That comes from fighting in countless battles. The more times a dragon is struck by blows, the thicker and harder our hide becomes.
 * Nah: I see. That's useful! ...Thanks for explaining everything, Tiki.
 * Tiki: Not at all. Er, but would you mind leaving me now? I'm starting to feel drowsy.
 * Nah: Oh, of course. Sleep well, Tiki. See you again soon!
 * Tiki: Questions upon questions. I suppose I'll have to tell her soon...

A Support

 * Tiki: ...And that is how I became friends with the legendary King Marth.
 * Nah: So were you released from the ice?
 * Tiki: Oh, yes. After what seemed an eternity in that frozen prison. It was by Marth's hand alone that I was able to feel warmth once more. It was magic...
 * Nah: ...Tiki?
 * Tiki: Oh, listen to me! I sound like a sentimental old fool. It was such a long time ago...
 * Nah: Did you love him? King Marth, I mean?
 * Tiki: He was human. I was manakete. The gulf between us was too great.
 * Nah: ......
 * Tiki: But you'll never have that problem, will you? With your mixed blood, you can love anyone you like, human or manakete.
 * Nah: Yes, I suppose that's right!
 * Tiki: ...Hear me, Nah. Remember when I said I had to tell you something difficult? We manaketes are destined to suffer because of our love for humankind.
 * Nah: Destined to...suffer?
 * Tiki: We live for millennia, while humans flicker out like candles. The greatest friendship I ever knew lasted just a few short decades... And when King Marth died, I was left to wander the centuries alone.
 * Nah: ...I see. I have to be prepared to lose everyone I love.
 * Tiki: The dragon blood in your veins curses you to such a fate.
 * Nah: ...Wow. That's...depressing.
 * Tiki: it can be very sad, yes. But it can make you strong as well. You will learn to cherish the memories of those wonderful people you meet. You will make them a part of you so they can give you courage always.
 * Nah: Like a family inside your mind?
 * Tiki: Yes, exactly! You will be able to pass on the memories to your friends' children! And then to their children and to countless generations to come. In this way can you keep them alive through the long march of time.
 * Nah: ......
 * Tiki: Do you understand?
 * Nah: ...I think so.
 * Tiki: Never allow your fate to dissuade you from living a full, rewarding life, Nah. You must go out into the world and seek out friends. ...Seek out love. And when their end comes, as it will, you must keep them alive forever. You have the gift of near immortality, and you must find a way to share it. And what better time to start than now? Nah, let you and I be friends.
 * Nah: I'd like that. Thank you, Tiki.
 * Tiki: Now no more brooding on destiny. Next time we shall talk of joyful things.
 * Nah: That would be a nice change of pace!

C Support

 * Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you up to?
 * Nah: Judging from the book in my hands, I'd say it's rather obvious.
 * Owain: Yeah, but there's a whole stack of books next to you, too. Are you planning to read them all?
 * Nah: There were hardly any books in the future we came from. It's nice to have this much variety.
 * Owain: Yeah, I guess. But reading seems kinda... I don't know. Old and boring? I mean, in manakete years, you're still pretty young, right?
 * Nah: I don't understand. What do you think I should do instead?
 * Owain: Play? Have fun? Run around in circles?
 * Nah: Owain, you do realize we're at war, right? This isn't the time for games.
 * Owain: Well, it still seems like you're trying to grow up too fast.
 * Nah: All right, fine! You think up a game, and maybe I'll play it!
 * Owain: Fine then! Maybe I will!
 * Nah: Good! You do that! You know where to find me.

B Support

 * Owain: Nah!
 * Nah: What is it, Owain?
 * Owain: I thought up the perfect game for you!
 * Nah: I suppose asking you to let me read in peace is out of the question? Oh, all right. Let's hear it.
 * Owain: "What's that breath attack?" Great, right? I'm thinking you could easily come up with a hundred types!
 * Nah: A hundred?! Are you mad? Owain, I can't produce a hundred different kinds of breath.
 * Owain: No, no, no! You don't do it for REAL! You IMAGINE them! Just think about what would be a totally awesome attack! Here, I'll get you started. Ready... Seeeet... FIERY ICY DEATH STRIKE!
 * Nah: Wait...so it's on fire AND made of ice? Is that even possible?
 * Owain: It doesn't matter if it's possible! That's not the point! Okay, let's try again. Ready... Seeeeeet... SUPER DINOSAUR DEATH GORE-NADO!
 * Nah: What does that even mean?
 * Owain: Nah, please! You're doing it again! I told you, you don't have to actually do it. You don't even have to understand it!
 * Nah: I don't understand. Why am I thinking up names for impossible things?
 * Owain: Because it's fun? Sheesh! If this were about doing real work, it wouldn't be fun at all.
 * Nah: ...I don't get it.
 * Owain: Wow, Nah. You may look young, but I think you're actually an old crank.
 * Nah: Maybe some of us can't afford to remain children forever...
 * Owain: Hm? What was that?
 * Nah: Nothing.
 * Owain: Well, don't worry. I'll put my thinking cap on and come up with another game!

A Support

 * Owain: Hey, Nah! I'm back for another round of fun!
 * Nah: Are you still doing this? Because I think— Gyaaaaaah!
 * Owain: What do you think? How's the view from up on my shoulders?
 * Nah: Eek! D-don't drop me! J-just set me back down! Gently!
 * Owain: I figured if make-believe wasn't your thing, something more physical might be the trick. So? Are you having fun yet? I bet the world looks pretty different from up there, huh?
 * Nah: I dunno. I see things from at least twice this height in dragon form.
 * Owain: ...Oh. Right. I forgot about that. I'll just, uh... Let you down, then.
 * Nah: Thank you. ...Oof! You know, Owain, you can stop thinking of ways to waste time like this. I don't need fun or games or entertainment. I want a world at peace, and nothing more.
 * Owain: But play is important! I mean, even if you aren't really a kid! What sort of peaceful world are we making if it's all business all the time? We've got to lead by example, Nah, and that means living happy lives.
 * Nah: I don't disagree, Owain. In fact, it's kind of noble. But I just don't like horsing around. I prefer to read. ...Quietly.
 * Owain: Sorry. I guess I just assumed. But hey, if you ever get the urge to horse around, you know where to find me!
 * Nah: Why are you so fixated on this?
 * Owain: I've always been good with kids, you know? So I thought maybe if I did the same sorts of things with you...
 * Nah: Owain, look. You're really nice, and really sweet, but you need to understand... I'm not a kid. Okay? I know that's hard for you to get, but try. All right?
 * Owain: Ha ha! Okay, Nah, I will! I mean, um... I will, ma'am!

S Support

 * Nah: ......
 * Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you doing here?
 * Nah: Waiting for you.
 * Owain: Lying in ambush, huh? Well, you got me! Wait, is this a game? Are you playing hide-and-seek?
 * Nah: No more games, Owain.
 * Owain: Er, right... Sorry, I forgot. I didn't mean to treat you like... I mean, it's just... Sorry. Did you need something?
 * Nah: Stop treating me like a child, Owain.
 * Owain: I know! I know. I'm sorry.
 * Nah: Because I'm not, you know. I'm a woman.
 * Owain: Yeah, I know. I just—
 * Nah: And when you treat me like a child, it makes me uncomfortable. Because... Because I have very unchildlike feelings for you. I want to be with you as an adult. I want you to see me as an equal.
 * Owain: Wait? You do? Seriously? ...Holy cow. I mean, don't get me wrong! I think it's great! It's just... Well, I dunno. Why me?
 * Nah: I've never known anyone as kind as you. Even in the future, amid all that despair, you were always so cheery and selfless. I mean, yes, sometimes you drive me up the wall with your...exuberance. But your heart is always in the right place. Your heart is beautiful, Owain.
 * Owain: I don't know what to say... Wait, what am I saying? Yes I do! If you're willing to put up with me, I can certainly learn how to treat you right! From today on, I'm your guy!
 * Nah: And I'm your girl!
 * Owain: Woo! So...what do you want to do now? Think up new move names?
 * Nah: ...How is that any different from before?
 * Owain: Ha ha, I'm kidding! Kidding! It was a joke! Yeeeargh...

C Support

 * Nah: Hello, Inigo.
 * Inigo: Oh, hello, Nah!
 * Nah: Off pursuing females again?
 * Inigo: That's rather crass, don't you think? I'm simply a man who appreciates beauty! And frankly, I'd settle for a nice chat over a cup of tea.
 * Nah: I hear you normally settle for being punched in the face.
 * Inigo: Once! That happened ONE time! ...Er, in the recent past. Say, how do you know that, anyway?
 * Nah: Word of the shameless spreads quickly. Everyone in town knows you're an indiscriminate flirt.
 * Inigo: I'll have you know, I'm very discriminating! ...I only approach ladies who seem likely to say yes.
 * Nah: What about the woman who dislocated your shoulder? Did she look promising?
 * Inigo: You're dredging up a lot of painful memories here, Nah...
 * Nah: Did it never occur to you that women might find what you're doing insulting? It's little wonder some get violent when they learn they're one among hundreds.
 * Inigo: Every lady is one in a million to me! And they all seemed perfectly happy while we were on the date.
 * Nah: That isn't the point!
 * Inigo: I'm sorry, Nah, but I can debate the fine arts of love with you no longer. The day is young, and there are many ladies to meet. Ta-ta!
 * (Inigo leaves)
 * Nah: What? But I'm not done lecturing you yet! Inigo! Get back here this instant!

B Support

 * Inigo: *Sigh* ...She didn't have to yell like that. A simple no would have sufficed. Ah, well. Plenty of fish in the sea.
 * Nah: Still haven't learned your lesson, I see.
 * Inigo: No one has ever won a woman's heart through capitulation!
 * Nah: Or creepiness. How do you not surrender after being turned down this many times?
 * Inigo: It's who I am. Flirting is in my blood! I'm constitutionally incapable of NOT talking to beautiful women.
 * Nah: Ugh. I'm wasting my breath trying to convince you with words. I suppose I'll just have to eat you and be done with it.
 * Inigo: Ha ha! Ha! Oh, what a wit! What a razor-sharp...um...wit. You know, I really wish you wouldn't tell jokes with a straight face like that.
 * Nah: Honestly, I don't see why you need to ask women out at all. You're handsome enough. If you kept your mouth shut, they'd come to you.
 * Inigo: Who would even know to look for me if I didn't put myself out there?
 * Nah: Well, me, for one. I imagine I could find you tolerable if you stopped talking.
 * Inigo: Ah, the sweet naivete of youth! You're too young to be worrying about other people's affairs of the heart, Nah. But I'm sure you'll find someone perfect once you're older. Now why don't you run along and see if Uncle Chrom will read you a bedtime story?
 * (Inigo leaves)
 * Nah: ...Get back here, you idiot! Manaketes just grow slowly! I'm the same age as you!

A Support

 * Nah: Might I have a word, Inigo?
 * Inigo: Hmm? Oh, of course, Nah. What is it?
 * Nah: I've been thinking about what you said before.
 * Inigo: What did I say?
 * Nah: That I was too young to be worrying about other people's affairs of the heart.
 * Inigo: Ah, yes. That. Look, I've apologized several times. And you DO look very young...
 * Nah: Exactly. Which is what got me thinking. If I were bigger, you wouldn't treat me like a child anymore, correct?
 * Inigo: Is this a trick? This seems like a trick. But, well... No, I suppose I wouldn't. But the point's moot, isn't it? It's not like you can grow overnight.
 * Nah: Oh, I don't even need a night, Inigo. I can do it right here.
 * Inigo: Damn, it WAS a trick! I knew it!
 * Nah: On your mark, get set... GROOOOOOW!
 * Inigo: W-wait, Nah! L-let's not be hasty... AAAIIIEEEEEE!!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Inigo: I... I just saw my life flash before my eyes... I saw the faces of a thousand girls, dressed in black. They...wept for me.
 * Nah: Oh, please. You're exaggerating.
 * Inigo: Am I?! You weren't five paces away when you transformed! I thought I was going to get trampled to death by a giant dragon!
 * Nah: NOW will you stop saying that I'm young?
 * Inigo: Y-yes, ma'am! Of course, ma'am!
 * Nah: Ha ha, good! You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you off with a warning.
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Inigo: ...Oh, gods. I was almost dragon chow!

S Support

 * Nah: How are you today, Inigo?
 * Inigo: Gah! I'm fine, ma'am! My, but you're looking old and wrinkly today!
 * Nah: No female-chasing for you this afternoon?
 * Inigo: Nope! Nuh-uh! Not me!
 * Nah: Finally grew out of it, eh?
 * Inigo: I got the feeling that continuing to flirt might be...harmful to my lifespan.
 * Nah: Well, I suppose it's only natural the stress of all those rejections would take their toll.
 * Inigo: I'm worried less about stress than I am about some dragon eating... Er, you know what? Never mind.
 * Nah: Well, I'm proud of you regardless. Now we just need to pick a date for the wedding!
 * Inigo: ...Wedding? Whose wedding?
 * Nah: Ours, silly! You have quite the knack for getting into trouble when you aren't supervised. So I've decided to be your lifetime chaperone!
 * Inigo: You WHAT?!
 * Nah: Well, we already established that I'm old enough for you.
 * Inigo: Yes, but that hardly means that we should be MARRIED!
 * Nah: Hee hee! I understand. You're still shocked a catch like me agreed to look after you.
 * Inigo: I'm shocked about a LOT of things at the moment! Er, I don't have a veto about this, do I?
 * Nah: Now why on earth would you want to... ...Waaait a minute! You're not thinking of cheating on your new wife, are you?! Bad husband! That's a BAD husband! I suppose I'll have to eat you after all!
 * Inigo: You REALLY have to stop joking around with that whole eating thing! ...Er, joking around, yes? ...Joking? ...Ha ha ha? R-right, then! I'm done with ladies forever! Just call me Mister Faithful!
 * Nah: Good. And remember, if you break your promise to me... Chomp, chomp!
 * Inigo: *Gulp* R-right. Chomp...chomp. One question, though...
 * Nah: What's that?
 * Inigo: Does inviting a girl out to tea count as cheating?
 * Nah: ......
 * Inigo: I mean, it's just tea, right? Nothing wrong with a cup, right?
 * Nah: CHOMP, CHOMP!
 * Inigo: Aaaaaah! H-help! Heeeeeelp! My fiancée's gonna eat meeeeee!

C Support

 * Nah: Ah! B-Brady...
 * Brady: Yeah? Whatcha want?
 * Nah: I don't, er... Nothing in particular. ......
 * Brady: Then why ya makin' eyes at me? You got something to say or what?
 * Nah: N-nothing!
 * Brady: Then what? Something wrong with you? You coming down with something?
 * Nah: N-no, nothing like that. I'm fine...
 * Brady: Well, you ain't ACTING fine. It's freaking me out! You don't go all quiet when you talk to any of the others.
 * Nah: That's not true! Er, no, it is, but... I'm not being quiet! I'm the same as always...
 * Brady: Sure, fine. Whatever.
 * Nah: ......
 * Brady: ...You scared of me? Is that it? I give ya the heebie-jeebies?
 * Nah: I'm not scared! Why would I be scared?! That's crazy talk! You're crazy!
 * Brady: Oh, really?
 * Nah: Y-yes, really... I'm not!
 * Brady: Well, whatever it is, I ain't sticking around so you can gawk. I'm gonna fade.
 * Nah: *Sigh* I j-just wanted to talk. When I see that face, though, I clam up... It's not my fault he looks so scary!

B Support

 * Brady: Nah! You all right?
 * Nah: B-Brady? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
 * Brady: Uh, because you nearly drowned back there? You sure you're okay?
 * Nah: Absolutely. Really, I'm fine... Thanks to you. At least, I heard it was you who dove in and saved me. My memory is still pretty hazy.
 * Brady: Ugh, who told ya? I asked everybody not to make a big thing outta it...
 * Nah: But it is a brig thing, Brady! Especially to me. So, thank you.
 * Brady: Aw, it was nothin'.
 * Nah: Nothing? I could have died!
 * Brady: Not sure how. That water was three feet deep, and that's bein' generous.
 * Nah: Augh... Please, don't remind me. I'm embarrassed half to death as it is.
 * Brady: What about me? I heard you shout for help, so I dove in thinkin' it was deep! Nearly telescoped my damn spine!
 * Nah: ......
 * Brady: But, hey, I guess we both pulled through. Just be careful in the future, yeah?
 * Nah: ...You're worried for me?
 * Brady: What? W-well, sure, Nah! We're on the same team, ain't we?
 * Nah: You're actually really sweet, you know that?
 * Brady: What? Where'd that come from?
 * Nah: I had you wrong. I thought you were colder. ...Scarier.
 * Brady: So you WERE scared of me! I knew it!
 * Nah: But not anymore! Now I know you're really a good, kindhearted person!
 * Brady: Gah, stop already! I ain't used to praise. It feels almost as weird to hear ya say that as it does you calling me scary!
 * Nah: Good people should be recognized as such. ...Which is why I'm making a point of telling in camp what a sweetie you are.
 * Brady: Hey, hold on! You don't gotta be tellin' no one nothin', see?!

A Support

 * Brady: Um, Nah?
 * Nah: Yes, Brady?
 * Brady: Is it just me, or have you been following me around constantly the last few days? Did you, uh...need something?
 * Nah: Do I need to need something to be around you?
 * Brady: Are ya talkin' legally? 'Cause then I guess not.
 * Nah: Also, I'll be introducing myself as your little sister from now on. Just so you know.
 * Brady: Wait, what?
 * Nah: I always wanted a nice, protective older brother. I'd say rescuing me from drowning qualifies you as nice and protective, no?
 * Brady: Yeah, but not as your brother!
 * Nah: Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you'll fall into the role with practice.
 * Brady: That's not the... Gah, I don't even...
 * Nah: Plus I still feel so terrible for thinking my poor, misunderstood brother was scary. I'll make it up to you from here on as your doting and adorable little sis!
 * Brady: I told ya! Ain't nothin' to make up for!
 * Nah: Every debt left unpaid is a threat to the stability of human-manakete relations.
 * Brady: That your overblown way of saying you're too stubborn to back down on this? ...Fine, then. Do what you want. But ditch the brother-sister stuff! Folks might get the wrong idea.
 * Nah: ...Oh, all right. It's a grave shame, but I'll concede the point.
 * Brady: well, now that that's settled. See you around, Nah.
 * Nah: But I make no such concession with regards to following you around!
 * Brady: ...Uh, hold on just a second here.
 * Nah: I intend to stay by your side until I manage to repay my debt to you.
 * Brady: Y-yeah, but there's gotta be SOME exceptions! Right? Like, I don't really want ya following me where I'm headed now... By which I mean I expressly forbid ya from following me! Got it?!
 * Nah: What? Why?! Where are you going?
 * Brady: To take a bath!
 * Nah: Eep! S-sorry! I'll, um... I'll see you around, Brady!

S Support

 * Nah: So, where are we headed today, Brady?
 * Brady: "We" aren't headed anywhere. Were you really planning on following me around all day again?
 * Nah: Well, of course!
 * Brady: You don't think that's going a little far? Already told ya I release you from any debt you think you owe and all that malarkey.
 * Nah: Don't be silly. That's not why at all! It's only natural we should be together. We're a couple.
 * Brady: A couple of what? ...Er, and since when?
 * Nah: Well, we spend all this time together, but you say we're not siblings.
 * Brady: 'Cause we ain't! And what kind of crazy jump gets ya from there to being "a couple"?!
 * Nah: Haven't you felt all the envious looks around camp? The others can't help but long for the sort of passion we share!
 * Brady: Gah! IS that why everybody's been leering at me everywhere I go?
 * Nah: They are NOT leering! ...They're celebrating our beautiful union.
 * Brady: Ugh, I feel like I'm losing my mind here! There IS no beautiful union! And we ain't a "we"!
 * Nah: You don't have to shout. ...Do you really hate me that much?
 * Brady: I never said that!
 * Nah: Then let's get married!
 * Brady: Slow down, would ya?! I need a little time to think here!
 * Nah: You're divorcing me?!
 * Brady: SLOW DOWN!
 * Nah: *Sniff* Used up and cast aside... Who will love poor Nah now?
 * Brady: Nobody used up anybody! Quit sayin' stuff what gives people funny ideas!
 * Nah: Oh! Remarriage, then?
 * Brady: I have the worst headache of my life right now...
 * Nah: Don't overexert yourself, Brady! You're in no condition to weather needless stress. Please, I'm too young to be a widow!
 * Brady: Just... Can I have a minute here? A quiet one?
 * Nah: Don't worry, darling. If it comes down to that, I'll use my dragonstone to transfer my own life force to you.
 * Brady: ...Is that a thing? I didn't know you could do that.
 * Nah: I've never tried it myself, but I heard my mother talk about it. She said it was the stone's true power. ...Probably?
 * Brady: What was she, guessing?!
 * Nah: Even if she were, I'll make it work. I'm prepared to give you half of my life. That's what love means to me.
 * Brady: Cheese and peanuts, this manakete love is heavy! ...Still, it feels pretty good to know someone cares that much.
 * Nah: Then let's tell everyone the ceremony's tonight! I always wanted to be an eight o' clock bride!
 * Brady: Er, there ain't no chance I'm getting you to slow down on this, is there?

C Support

 * Cynthia: Perfect! There you are!
 * Nah: Did you need something?
 * Cynthia: As a matter of fact, I do need one teensy-weensy favor!
 * Nah: And what might that be?
 * Cynthia: Could you turn into a dragon? Just for a second! Pretty please?
 * Nah: Um... Why?
 * Cynthia: Er, um, because... Becaaause... Because I'm going to strike a totally awesome pose on top of you!
 * Nah: ...What?
 * Cynthia: A dashing knight, perched atop a dragon's head, crying victory to the four winds! Can you imagine anything more amazing?
 * Nah: Yeah, actually. I can. I mean, I suppose it's kind of amazing for the posing knight... But the dragon's part seems pretty lousy, if you ask me. Sorry, but I'm not going to serve as some kind of elaborate prop.
 * Cynthia: H-hey! You're not a prop! Knight and dragon stand together as a single unit! Equals in every way! You'll love it, I promise!
 * Nah: The word "equals" rarely applies when one person's rear is on the other's head.
 * Cynthia: Aww, you're overthinking this... C'mon, transform! Please? Let me pose on your head!
 * Nah: No. This whole conversation is silly! Do you know how scarce dragonstones are? Using one to stage your ridiculous farce is simply not going to happen!
 * Cynthia: Oh you're so stingy! And stubborn! You're being kind of childish here, Nah. I've got to admit.
 * Nah: Hello, pot. Meet kettle.
 * Cynthia: Well, I don't give up so easily. I'll be back as many times as it takes!
 * Nah: Why don't you go and find a hobby that doesn't involve me?

B Support

 * Cynthia: I'm back, Nah!
 * Nah: *Sigh*
 * Cynthia: So are you ready to transform for me yet or what?
 * Nah: Hold a moment. Let me check... Nope. Still not going to do it.
 * Cynthia: See, 'cause I've been thinking it over, and I think I know the problem. If I'm sitting on your head, it kind of makes you look like a prop, right?
 * Nah: That's pretty much exactly what I told you the first time.
 * Cynthia: Right! That's why I figured out a solution! If we gave you a real role to play, you'd be more than just a piece of theater staging!
 * Nah: And just what role did you have in mind for me?
 * Cynthia: Are you curious? Hmm? Someone's cuuurious!
 * Nah: I don't think I've ever been so uninterested in my whole life. Whatever you have planned, I'm sure it's horribly demeaning.
 * Cynthia: Aww, come one! That hurts! Don't you trust me, Nah? Anyway, since you almost asked, I'll tell you... You'll play my rival!
 * Nah: Excuse me?
 * Cynthia: Bound by fate to clash time and again, the bards sing odes of our many battles! You are Nah, Draconic Queen of Darkest Darkness!
 * Nah: Darkest dark... Wait, what?
 * Cynthia: Time and again, I rise up to fight you for the sake of good and happiness and light. But time and again you flee like a craven before I can deliver the finishing blow!
 * Nah: Hey! Why do I play the craven?!
 * Cynthia: But fate has at long last seen fit to end this epic struggle! Our ten-thousand-year war has finally come to its climax!
 * Nah: I'm not ten thousand years old yet. And you'll be lucky to see tomorrow if you keep talking!
 * Cynthia: The duel is a sight the likes of which the world has never seen, nor will again. At combat's end, the dust clears, revealing the fate of these two warrior-goddesses... The divine hero Cynthia stands victorious! The wicked Nah is vanquished! HUZZAH!
 * Nah: ......
 * Cynthia: Cynthia stands triumphant, one leg perched atop the prone and breathless Nah! She tilts back her head and lets forth a mighty victory roar! The people go wild! Yay! Huzzah! Nice job, Cynthia! We love Cynthia! Hip-hip-hooray! ...And so on. ...Well? What do you think?
 * Nah: This is the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life.
 * Cynthia: What? Really?
 * Nah: This conversation is over!
 * Cynthia: What?! Aw, Nah! Don't go! Hey! Come back!

A Support

 * Nah: Unbelievable. Even after that, Cynthia keeps begging me to transform! I'm not a prop, and I'm certainly not the wicked queen of darkness! Really, the nerve!
 * Cynthia: Heeeeeey, Nah! I'm back again! Miss me?
 * Nah: Speak of the wicked queen...
 * Cynthia: Aww, I missed you, too. Anyway, I was hoping you'd finally be ready to transform and let me up on your head!
 * Nah: Talking to you is like arguing with a wall. ...A stupid wall.
 * Cynthia: A wall who only wants one teeny-tiny favor that will only take five minutes! Please? I'll climb back down as soon as I'm done!
 * Nah: *Sniff, sniff* ...Huh? Cynthia, your smell...
 * Cynthia: What? What smell? I don't smell! I took a bath last week!
 * Nah: N-no, that's not what I... Manaketes can tell a person's intentions by their scent.
 * Cynthia: Wow, really? That's kind of amazing.
 * Nah: I'm sensing that you...actually want to be friends with me.
 * Cynthia: Well, yeah, of course!
 * Nah: So that's the reason you've been hanging around me all this time?
 * Cynthia: Well, what else could it be? You're always so serious! I didn't really know what you liked to do for fun. I figured if I could get you to transform, we could have a few laughs and break the ice.
 * Nah: I thought you were just...I don't know. Making fun of me or something.
 * Cynthia: Well, I really was looking to have fun, but not at anybody's expense. It's no fun for me unless you're having fun, too!
 * Nah: Cynthia... I think I may have misjudged you.
 * Cynthia: So, is that a yes? Can we be friends?
 * Nah: Of course we can be friends!
 * Cynthia: Yay! Friends at last! ...Now transform, and I'll just scurry on up and roar my mighty battle cry!
 * Nah: I didn't say anything about that!

C Support

 * Gerome: ...... Someone is following me.
 * Nah: So you finally noticed.
 * Gerome: You.
 * Nah: I have a name. It's Nah!
 * Gerome: Why are you following me?
 * Nah: You interest me.
 * Gerome: In what way?
 * Nah: You're always skulking about on your own... That makes you different. I'm interested in "different."
 * Gerome: That still doesn't explain why you are following me.
 * Nah: I wanted to see how you'd react when you discovered me. Out of enlightened curiosity, of course.
 * Gerome: You wanted to scare me? Is that it? I don't have time for games. Don't talk to me again. ...Minerva, away!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Nah: No. Wait! ...He flew off. If only I could follow him somehow... Well...I am a dragon. I could just transform and then... Er... Drat. He's long gone by now.

B Support

 * Gerome: ...I'm being followed again. Come out and show yourself! I know you're there!
 * Nah: Ah. Caught me again!
 * Gerome: I should have known.
 * Nah: Gerome, I have a favor to ask.
 * Gerome: *Sigh* What is it?
 * Nah: ...Will you let me touch your mask?
 * Gerome: No.
 * Nah: Why not? I don't care about seeing your face. I'll even close my eyes if that makes you feel better. Again, I'm just curious, is all.
 * Gerome: Even so: no. ...And whatever for? It's just a simple mask.
 * Nah: But I won't know that until I touch it. So come on!
 * Gerome: No. End of discussion.
 * Nah: Now you're just being stubborn! You know you don't need it! If you thought about that for a second or two, you'd see that.
 * Gerome: Hmph.
 * Nah: ...... Done thinking about it yet? Then go ahead, take it off!
 * Gerome: What are you blathering about? I thought you didn't want to see my face?! The mask stays and that's that!
 * Nah: Oh, very well! It's not that important anyway. Calm down, Gerome... It's not like I think you're ugly under there or anything. I'm just curious.
 * Gerome: That's not the point.
 * Nah: All right. I'll go. ...... GIMME THAT! Just...give me...that... *grunt*
 * Gerome: Get back, you madwoman! Ow! Argh! Put that stick down! Put it down, I say!
 * Nah: Not so tough now, are you?! Now! Give me that mask! Hrrngh!!!
 * Gerome: I don't have a stick! ...Ow! ...Right, that's enough! Minerva, to me!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Nah: Don't you dare! Come back here right now! ...Blast it! He flew off again!

A Support

 * Gerome: Huh? Is that...?
 * Nah: GEROOOOOOME!
 * Gerome: Does that woman never rest?! Wait, what's she—? Oh, gods! She's charging right at me!
 * Nah: The mask! The mask! Give me that mask!
 * Gerome: Heavens save me, she's gone insane! Must get out of here! Minerva, to me!
 * Nah: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?!
 * Gerome: Egads, the very ground trembles when she roars! How can such a diminutive figure produce such a bloodcurdling sound?!
 * Nah: *Pant, pant*
 * Gerome: Why, damn you?! Why are you chasing me with such desperation?
 * Nah: I thought I told you? Curiosity!
 * Gerome: That hardly justifies your obsessive ferocity!
 * Nah: ...Well, your obstinance isn't helping!
 * Gerome: W-what's that supposed to mean? Aaargh! You're like a small child throwing fits for no reason! ...Wait. You are a child, aren't you?
 * Nah: Well, in manakete years, I'm practically a mewling babe. But in human years I'm the same age as you.
 * Gerome: So, you're just playing with me, then? Is this all some...game?
 * Nah: Well, by now it is, yes. Take a good look. It's rare that I ever get this way. Never toy with my voracious curiosity!
 * Gerome: Why didn't you just tell me?! It would have saved a lot of aggravation!
 * Nah: Because puzzles are more fun if you must put in a little work to solve them! Besides, you wouldn't have played if I told you! You're always so grumpy. I couldn't even keep you in one spot long enough to talk to until now!
 * Gerome: I don't know...
 * Nah: Come, now. Admit it. You would have brushed me off like an annoying child. Actually, you've been doing just that, no?
 * Gerome: ...So this started out as curiosity, and gradually devolved to...this? ...You wanted to be friends but were afraid I'd refuse if you asked directly. So instead, you've been playing these annoying games?
 * Nah: Well it's all over now that you've discovered my fiendishly clever plan. *Sigh*
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Gerome: Nah, wait! Come back. ...Damn. She's gone. ...Perhaps next time we meet it wouldn't hurt to play along...?

S Support

 * Gerome: Hello, Nah.
 * Nah: EEEEEEK!
 * Gerome: Hey, careful with those claws! They're sharp!
 * Nah: Well, you're the one who snuck up on me! Er...what do you want, anyway?
 * Gerome: I want to clear the air... I think you may have the wrong idea. I don't dislike you, Nah. Far from it, in fact.
 * Nah: So why do you jump on Minerva and fly off in the middle of conversations?
 * Gerome: I don't know. Perhaps I don't know how to respond to a woman so...interested in me. Though honestly, I've never been good at talking to people in general. I do wear this mask for a reason...
 * Nah: So I see. I guess I can understand... But really, I'm just like everyone else, underneath it all.
 * Gerome: I...know that now. It just...took me some time to come to that realization. So...
 * Nah: So...?
 * Gerome: So in the interest of starting over... I'm wondering if you'd like to play a game together? You can choose it. I promise I won't fly away on Minerva this time.
 * Nah: Really? You'd do that for me?
 * Gerome: Yes, I feel like...I owe it to you, after all. And, I suppose I could...loosen up a bit... Plus, if we're going to be friends, then I have to do things for you. Friends do that...right?
 * Nah: Can we get married, then?
 * Gerome: Er, is that what the game is called? I'm not quite familiar with the rules...
 * Nah: No, you silly man. I mean for real!
 * Gerome: Wh-where is this coming from?!
 * Nah: Don't you realize why I've been following you around all this time? It's because I've fallen in lo—
 * Gerome: Stop! That's enough. ...... Look. Why don't we pretend to marry for now and get to know each other? That would be fun, right?
 * Nah: No! I don't want to pretend! I truly do want to get married.
 * Gerome: Yes, but perhaps if we wait until we're both a little older—
 * Nah: Then you have to promise!
 * Gerome: I swear, on my honor as a soldier, that I will consider it. ...Eventually.
 * Nah: I'm more than willing to wait for a man that piques my curiosity like you do... After all, what's a few years to a manakete?

C Support

 * Morgan: Hmm? Hey, that's Nah... Why is she all hunched over...?
 * Nah: ......
 * Morgan: Nah! Are you all right?
 * Nah: Um, yes? Should I not be?
 * Morgan: You were hunched over! Are you sick?
 * Nah: ...No, I was praying.
 * Morgan: Praying?
 * Nah: Yeah. Like this. You close your eyes, see? ...Well, keep yours open to watch. "Great and wise Naga, heed my prayer!" ...And then you offer up your prayer. Naga is an incredibly important deity to the manaketes. If you pray to her, she'll guide you to happiness.
 * Morgan: Wow, sounds impressive! She must be awfully busy.
 * Nah: Yes! But she still takes time to speak to my kind every so often.
 * Morgan: Really? That's amazing!
 * Nah: She spoke to me just now, actually.
 * Morgan: Wow! What did she say?
 * Nah: "Kids your age shouldn't stay up so late."
 * Morgan: Ha ha! Your god is a real mother hen! So, um, can I ask what you were praying for?
 * Nah: I wished for happiness and peace in the world.
 * Morgan: And did she respond?
 * Nah: No. She never does when I ask for that.
 * Morgan: Hmm. I see... Maybe that's her way of saying we shouldn't rely on divine intervention. We need to build happiness and peace with our own hands!
 * Nah: Hmm... Maybe so. That's certainly a very Morgan-like interpretation. You're always so gung ho and optimistic.
 * Morgan: Better to have more hope than less, I always say!
 * Nah: No arguments there!

B Support

 * Nah: O great and wise Naga...
 * Morgan: Oh hey, it's Nah...
 * Nah: ......
 * Morgan: She's hard at prayer again today.
 * Nah: ...... ...That should do it. Oh! Hello, Morgan.
 * Morgan: Hey there. Any responses from Naga today?
 * Nah: Yes, but not exactly the revelation I was hoping for. She asked me for more offerings!
 * Morgan: Oh? hey, what do you offer a jealous god, anyway? Fatted calves and such?
 * Nah: Naga is not a jealous god! ...And I was told to bring a flower.
 * Morgan: Oh? Any particular kind?
 * Nah: Naga's bell. It blooms once every 200 years, and only beneath a full moon. ...That's what the legends say, at least. I've never seen one for myself. They only grow in remote, craggy terrain far removed from human settlement.
 * Morgan: Wow. That's a pretty tall order. Very specific, too.
 * Nah: It's suppose to be near impossible to find. I'm afraid Naga's given me a doozy this time... But you can't exactly ignore a direct request from a deity, right?
 * Morgan: Say, do you want help looking for it?
 * Nah: That would be great, Morgan. But at the moment... I don't even know where to start looking. Give me a little time to come up with an idea, all right?
 * Morgan: Hey, yeah! And I'll find some dusty old tomes to read... Just in case.

A Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Nah! I was looking for you.
 * Nah: Er, sorry, Morgan. I stopped to pray a while ago, and Naga told me not to move from this spot.
 * Morgan: Hmm. Interesting. ...Maybe it was because she saw THIS coming!
 * Nah: Huh?
 * Morgan: Ta-dah!
 * Nah: Oh my gosh! That's the Naga's bell I was ordered to find as an offering!
 * Morgan: Ding ding ding! Correct! You win a meat pie! ...Oh, and the flower. Here
 * Nah: Morgan, where...? How did you...? I... I'm absolutely stunned! How did you know where to find one? They're legendarily impossible to find. And even then, they're suppose to grow only along high crags and cliffs!
 * Morgan: I guess I just got lucky. I found it entirely by accident, really. Just walking down the road, minding my own buisness, and there it was! I plucked it up on the off chance this was your flower, and what do you know? I guess sometimes they take pity on us and sprout up right under our noses!
 * Nah: ...Do they?
 * Morgan: Yup! Pretty fortunate thing, huh? Maybe Naga sent us a bit of good luck.
 * Nah: Well, thank you for doing this, Morgan. I'm sure she'll be pleased. I know I am!
 * Morgan: Well, if you're happy, I'm happy! Let's hope Naga will decide to grant that prayer of yours now!
 * Nah: I'm sure the messag will get through with this!
 * Morgan: ...Anyway, I should get back to work. So long, Nah!
 * Nah: Good-bye, and thanks again!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Nah: Oh Morgan, you generous fool. Don't think I didn't notice those cuts and bruises...

S Support

 * Nah: Morgan!
 * Morgan: Heya, Nah! Still chattin' up the big lady upstairs?
 * Nah: No. I got what I was asking for.
 * Morgan: Oh! Well, congratulations! That's wonderful! Er, wait. You were asking for world peace and happiness, weren't you? ...Did I miss something? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the bad guys are still trying to kill us.
 * Nah: ...Oh no, I meant my other request.
 * Morgan: You had a second wish? What was it?
 * Nah: ...For the person I love to love me back. But now there's no need to ask Naga, because he cared for me all along.
 * Morgan: Oh, that's... That's great, Nah. But hey, I don't think I can... Er, it would be rude to pry any further.
 * Nah: No! I want you to hear this! I... I'm in love with you, Morgan!
 * Morgan: ...What?!
 * Nah: When I saw how you'd risked your life to find the Naga's bell for me, I... I was overjoyed to know you cared! Even Naga is happy! ...She told me the flower was delicious.
 * Morgan: Really? That's great news! And I'm really, really happy to hear you saying all this to me, Nah. ...Still feels a little ticklish coming out and saying I love you, though.
 * Nah: But you said it through so much more than just words, Morgan. When you handed me that flower, I could feel it rushing through me like a wave!
 * Morgan: Good... I'm glad. B-but words are still important, too, so lemme try those, too: I love you, Nah!
 * Nah: I love you, too!
 * Morgan: ...Yeah, that's gonna take a while to get used to. But it feels good! So, um, did Naga have anything to say about all this?
 * Nah: Hold on, I'll ask. ...... ...She said to get a room.
 * Morgan: Ha! I'd say that counts as giving us her blessing!
 * Nah: I would say so!

C Support

 * Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
 * Nah: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
 * Nah: Hey! Don't ignore me!
 * Morgan: Oh! Nah?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
 * Nah: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... Are you practicing some new magic incantations or something?
 * Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they might hold some clue to spark my memory. Heh, it's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...
 * Nah: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...
 * Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
 * Nah: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
 * Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
 * Nah: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
 * Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

 * Nah: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that, Morgan?!
 * Morgan: Nn...nngh...
 * Nah: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
 * Morgan: ...Wha—?! Nah! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...
 * Nah: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
 * Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...
 * Nah: I'll stop you even if it's NOT for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.
 * Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk to you about old times again.
 * Nah: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
 * Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Nah.
 * Nah: Just as long as you understand.
 * Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
 * Nah: You...really think so?
 * Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Nah!
 * Nah: I... I'm not really comfortable with—
 * Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
 * Nah: Good night, Morgan...

A Support

 * Nah: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
 * Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
 * Nah: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
 * Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
 * Nah: The opposite, really. Maybe there's need to worry about your memories.
 * Morgan: That...makes no sense.
 * Nah: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But...maybe it would be better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
 * Morgan: What do you mean?
 * Nah: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save...
 * Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Nah...
 * Nah: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
 * Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?
 * Nah: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
 * Morgan: That's really kind of you, Nah, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
 * Nah: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
 * Morgan: Nah, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
 * Nah: Then start by coming with me into town.
 * Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have anything to do with getting my memories back.
 * Nah: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
 * Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, sis!

C Support

 * Nah: Huh? Is that...Yarne?
 * Yarne: Haaaaaah...
 * Nah: Whoa, what was that? Some kind of secret taguel focus training?
 * Yarne: It was a sigh.
 * Nah: That was pretty impressive for a sigh. I thought it was part of an ancient form of meditation or something.
 * Yarne: You've got some imagination, Nah. I guess the world looks different when you can turn into a dragon. ...Gods, I'm so jealous.
 * Nah: What? Where did that come from?
 * Yarne: Well, can you blame me? There's the claws, and the fangs, and the breath, and the part where you're all huge! Who wouldn't be jealous of that?
 * Nah: Hey, us dragons have our share of problems too! You're a pretty obvious target when you're as big as a barn!
 * Yarne: Yeah, I guess. But still...
 * Nah: Besides, you can transform, too!
 * Yarne: Yeah, into a rabbit! Not exactly feared as nature's deadliest killers, are they?
 * Nah: Maybe not, but they're quicker than most. That makes them perfect for quick tactical strikes and diversionary runs. I mean, come on. Bunnies have their strengths.
 * Yarne: Calling them "bunnies" is not helping. Ugh, let's not talk about it. It's depressing.
 * Nah: You were the one who brought it up!

B Support

 * Yarne: HAAAAAAH!
 * Nah: Okay, that one HAD to be secret taguel focus training!
 * Yarne: Nope! Still just a sigh.
 * Nah: Who sighs that aggressively? I thought you were channeling energy to smash a boulder or shoot fire or something.
 * Yarne: It won't be the last time I disappoint you, I'm sure...
 * Nah: Geez. You're a real downer, you know that? So what's the problem? Tell me. Manaketes and taguel are practically cousins, so I'm sure I'd understand.
 * Yarne: I was just thinking how much I hate fighting and how I wish the war were over already.
 * Nah: It sounds like someone needs to get in touch with his inner warrior.
 * Yarne: What makes you think I even have one?
 * Nah: You're a taguel! Your people have always been fighters, the same as us manaketes. If you can tap into that innate clan instinct, you'll be a whirlwind of death in no time.
 * Yarne: But it's also up to me to keep that clan alive. If I die, we go extinct.
 * Nah: I agree, that's a weighty responsibility. But this war could just as easily kill you whether you fight or not.
 * Yarne: And this is supposed to encourage me how?
 * Nah: If you're not truly safe either way, why not stop worrying and fight like a taguel?
 * Yarne: If it were that easy to just stop worrying, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
 * Nah: Grow a spine, Yarne! Gods! I'm half your size, and I'M fighting!
 * Yarne: Yeah, until you turn into a dragon! Then you're nine times my size! You know what? This is dumb. We're not the same at all! Plus, there are other manaketes out there if something happens to you! So quit talking like you have any idea what it's like!
 * Nah: ......
 * Yarne: Nah... Look, I'm sorry. I should go.
 * Nah: Yarne, wait. ...See you around, I guess.

A Support

 * Yarne: I still feel bad for barking at Nah like that. I should probably go apologize. Let's see... is this her tent? Yeah, I think so... Nah? Hey, Nah? Is this a good time?
 * Soldier: Aw, cheese it, boys! We got company!
 * Yarne: Wh-who are you people?!
 * Nah: Nnngh! NNNNNGH!
 * Yarne: Nah, you're going to have to enunciate if you want me to— ...Wait a sec, is this a kidnapping?!
 * Soldier: Oy, he's seen us! Gut him like a fish, boys! Gya ha ha!
 * Yarne: You can try, scum!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Yarne: You all right, Nah? You seem pretty shaken up.
 * Nah: ......
 * Yarne: That was pretty bold of those bandits to sneak into the camp like that... They must have thought you were just some kid they could sell into slavery. Monsters!
 * Nah: ...Th-thank you.
 * Yarne: Don't be silly! I, uh...I'm glad to lend a hand. ...Surprised you needed my help, though. I would think a couple scraggly bandits would be a quick snack for a dragon.
 * Nah: They snuck up and grabbed me from behind. I reached for a dragonstone, but...
 * Yarne: Hey, no worries. Happens to all of us from...um...time to time.
 * Nah: I'm just so glad you came...
 * Yarne: Y-yeah. Me, too.
 * Nah: I've never seen you that fierce. I didn't know you had it in you!
 * Yarne: Heh. Neither did I, honestly!
 * Nah: I was just...so scared. Even now, when I think of what could have happened.
 * Yarne: Hey, believe me, I'm the last guy to blame anyone for being scared. But you're safe now, thanks to a certain killer bunny!
 * Nah: You know, you really were amazing...
 * Yarne: Aw, it's nothing anyone else wouldn't have done. But if you're ever in trouble again, you know you can count on me.
 * Nah: I will!
 * Yarne: Sweet carrots! It feels good to play the hero for a change.

S Support

 * Yarne: Nah, I—
 * Nah: Eek!
 * Yarne: Whoa, hey, it's just me! It's Yarne! What's with the scream?
 * Nah: O-oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Yarne.
 * Yarne: Are you still shook up from those dumb bandits? I'd been wondering. I've heard the others say you've been jumpy lately.
 * Nah: I can't help it. I know it's silly, but I still get nightmares. Crazy, right? I mean, I'm a manakete! But now I can't even sleep without seeing kidnappers everywhere. It's stupid. ...I'm stupid.
 * Yarne: You're not stupid, Nah! It was a terrible experience, you know? Have you talked to anyone else about this?
 * Nah: ......
 * Yarne: I guess it's tough to come out and say a giant dragon is afraid of bandits, huh? Look, nobody would ever laugh at you for it, but I won't pressure you. However, I WILL promise to keep you safe! I'll stand guard by your tent if I have to.
 * Nah: What?
 * Yarne: No one deserves to live their live in fear, no matter how strong they are.
 * Nah: You really mean that?
 * Yarne: Of course! So rest easy. I'm here for you.
 * Nah: That's so kind... I'm...I'm so grateful, but... *sniff* But I can't ask you to.
 * Yarne: Hey, don't cry. It's just what you do for...the girl that you love.
 * Nah: What?
 * Yarne: It spooked me so bad when I saw them try to take you. I think that's when it hit me... I'd fight anyone to keep you safe, Nah. I never want to lose you.
 * Nah: Oh, Yarne! You're my hero!
 * Yarne: Heh, I guess I owe those bandits one.
 * Nah: Oh, don't even— That's awful!
 * Yarne: Heh. Funny to think about, though, isn't it? A cuddly bunny rabbit protecting a dragon? Heh heh... Ha ha ha!
 * Nah: ...Hee hee! Yeah...maybe just a bit. Oh, c'mere, cuddles!

C Support

 * Nah: Ah! Laurent!
 * Laurent: Hello, Nah. I thought perhaps we might chat for a—
 * Nah: No! Stay back!
 * Laurent: ...I beg your pardon?
 * Nah: D-don't come any closer, you...you creep!
 * Laurent: Nah, have I given some offense without realizing?
 * Nah: Don't try to play dumb! You're always leering at me! It's like you're undressing me with your eyes!
 * Laurent: Good heavens! What a dreadful accusation! ...And I'll thank you to lower your voice. First, I'm not "leering" at you, and second, I observe everyone in camp equally. My role in this army is to monitor and maintain the physical state of its people.
 * Nah: Ha! Nice try, you lecherous lout! You can't fool me that easily! You're always staring at me because I'm vulnerable and cute and demure! So don't bother with your lame excuses. Just knock it off!
 * Laurent: Nah, wait! ...The poor girl has completely misunderstood my intentions. If left uncorrected, it will stand as a stain on my good name!

B Support

 * Laurent: H-hello, Nah. I need to speak with you. Might I have a moment?
 * Nah: Eek! Creep! Get away!
 * Laurent: Ah, no! Please don't run! I just want to clear up a misunderstanding!
 * Nah: ...Misunderstanding?
 * Laurent: Indeed. The other day, you claimed I leered at you. But I assure you, my intentions in observing you are strictly professional! I consider it my duty to monitor everyone's condition in order to preserve their health. It is entirely chaste, and free of any and all lascivious intent. I give you my word.
 * Nah: ...I still don't believe you!
 * Laurent: Why do you refuse to believe me?!
 * Nah: Manaketes can smell dishonesty. And you reek of lies!
 * Laurent: You're being absurd! There is no scientific basis for such a claim.
 * Nah: You smell like you're completely taken in by my adorable veneer! Ah, it's my own fault for being stuck at such an insanely cute age...
 * Laurent: I'll grant you "insane"!
 * Nah: Augh! What am I doing standing around talking to you? I've got to get out of here before you throw me in a sack and run for the hills!
 * Laurent: ...W-wait! I don't even own a sack! ...Nah? Oh, this is terrible. I've made no progress whatsoever...

A Support

 * Laurent: Ah, there you are. I really must insist that you allow me to lay this misunderstanding to rest.
 * Nah: Creeps like you never know when to give up, do you?
 * Laurent: I've told you time and again, I have no untoward inclinations toward you! None! Zero! Zip! Nought! Negatory! Absolutely, positively none!
 * Nah: So, you refuse to fess up and mend your wicked ways? Then I have no choice but to call for aid!
 * Laurent: ...What?
 * Nah: Everybody, help! Come quick! Laurent is chasing me!
 * Laurent: Augh! Stop it, you lunatic! I'll be run out of camp!
 * Nah: It's your own fault for going around ogling defenseless, adorable girls!
 * Laurent: That is NOT what I'm doing!
 * Nah: So you're sticking with the claim that it's all just a big misunderstanding? Repeating it over and over won't make it true, Laurent. You'll have to do better.
 * Laurent: I have little alternative, given that it is the truth! What else could I possibly say?
 * Nah: ...All right, then.
 * Laurent: Oh, thank the gods!
 * Nah: Let's pretend for a moment that you're telling the truth and I'm mistaken. That would mean that you DON'T think I'm hopelessly adorable!
 * Laurent: You're quite charming, Nah, but that doesn't mean I bear any untoward desires. You are an ally, the same as anyone else in the camp. I feel responsible for observing your actions and physical condition as part of my work. My only desire is to preserve your health.
 * Nah: Oh! Well, if it's required for you to do your job, I suppose there's no helping it.
 * Laurent: ...I've been saying that for weeks now.
 * Nah: Look, I'll try not to jump to any conclusions again in the future. Deal? ...Deal.
 * Laurent: Oh, thank heavens. My good reputation is preserved...

S Support

 * Nah: Here to check up on me, Laurent? I'll just stand super still then, okay?
 * Laurent: Nah, if I am here to observe you, I would need to see you in my normal routine.
 * Nah: What, so not standing completely still, then? Should I jump around or something?
 * Laurent: That's not... Please don't make my job harder than it already is, Nah.
 * Nah: Very well. You don't have to be so cold. ...Unless you just hate me now? You said I was charming before, right? So was that just another lie?
 * Laurent: *Sigh* I find you to be demonstrably cute. ...Objectively speaking.
 * Nah: And...?
 * Laurent: And what?
 * Nah: Come no, Laurent. Spit it out.
 * Laurent: ...What?
 * Nah: You're lying again. I can smell it. No one can possibly be this dense. Well, there's only one thing for it... I'll turn into a dragon and go on the rampage until you shape up!
 * Laurent: All right, now I am completely lost! What are you talking about?
 * Nah: It made me happy to hear you say that you think I'm cute. ...I was even happy when you were chasing me around, if we're being honest now. And I can smell it on you, even now, but... It's not enough!
 * Laurent: Not...enough?
 * Nah: I don't just want to smell the way you feel about me. I want to hear you say it.
 * Laurent: I...I see. It appears I was...being rather dense. I apologize. Or perhaps I was held back by my own doubts and insecurities... But at any rate, I guess you're right. I admit it. I...I love you.
 * Nah: And you're sure? No more doubts?
 * Laurent: I'm positive.
 * Nah: Well it's about time! Sheesh!
 * Laurent: I'm sorry to have made you wait so long. It seems you were far quicker to realize how I felt then I was myself.
 * Nah: No kidding! Nothing was working! I had to treat you like a creep just to push you to see it yourself!
 * Laurent: Please, Nah. For the love of everything, use a more direct approach next time!