Changes: Maribelle/Supports

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With Male Avatar

C Support

Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?
Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading a bit.
Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?
Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?
Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.
Maribelle: Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course.
Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!
Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.
Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...
Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.

B Support

Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.
Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?
Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.
Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?
Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!
Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.
Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit'a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?
Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually—
Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?
Avatar: Uh...
Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that case, I ought to have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
Avatar: No, that's... I don't...
Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?
Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.
Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...
Avatar: Thank you.
Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!
Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...

A Support

Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. Now then! What would you like to know?
Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, exactly?
Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.
Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.
Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.
Avatar: Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
Maribelle: Why are you jutting your chin out?
Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.
Maribelle: A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
Avatar: Is this better?
Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
Avatar: So like...this?
Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a gentleman fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the more middling courts.
Avatar: You think? Wow, I never—
Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape you into a man of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to walk with kings! ...Or at least a baron or two.
Avatar: Er, you really don't have to—
Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.
Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?
Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!
Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!

S Support

Maribelle: Well, shall we conclude today's etiquette lesson here, then? You've been very patient, Avatar. Go on and rest up for tomorrow.
Avatar: Actually, Maribelle? I was hoping you could teach me one more thing...
Maribelle: Quite the eager student today, aren't we? Very well, what shall we cover?
Avatar: How to give a present to a lady. ...Specifically a ring.
Maribelle: What? ...Since when is there a lady in your life, Avatar?
Avatar: For a while now, actually.
Maribelle: But...*ahem* not a word of it to your dear friend Maribelle?! For shame! Name the strumpet? I'll see that she is... Er... *Ahem* I mean...that's fine. You are entitled to your privacy. But I'm afraid even I can't teach the proper etiquette in this case. For such matters, it's best to set protocol aside and show your feelings honestly.
Avatar: Oh, good. Come here, then.
Maribelle: ...I beg your pardon?!
Avatar: Your hand. Give it here.
Maribelle: Wh-what are you... Be gentle!
Avatar: Aaand, there! ...It looks good on you.
Maribelle: ...A gold band? Forgive me, but that is this, precisely?
Avatar: A proposal.
Maribelle: As in marriage?! So then, the lady you were to give it to is...
Avatar: Wearing it. Heh, when would I have had time to consort with some "strumpet," anyway? Thanks to these etiquette lessons, I've been spending every day with you.
Maribelle: Well, apparently it hasn't been enough-your proposal was most ungainly! But it was also...wonderful. Oh, Avatar, you've made me so very happy.
Avatar: Then your answer is yes?
Maribelle: Of course! I have the rest of our lives to shape you into my perfect gentleman.
Maribelle: "My lord, you saw to the very core of my heart ...and may the gods help you, if you break it."

With Female Avatar

C Support

Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?
Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.
Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?
Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?
Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.
Maribelle: Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course.
Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!
Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.
Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you came? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...
Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.

B Support

Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.
Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?
Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.
Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?
Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!
Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.
Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit'a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?
Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually—
Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?
Avatar: Uh...
Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that case, I ought to have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
Avatar: No, that's... I don't...
Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?
Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.
Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...
Avatar: Thank you.
Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!
Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...

A Support

Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. Now then! What would you like to know?
Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, exactly?
Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning how to stand properly.
Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.
Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.
Avatar: Let's see... Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
Maribelle: Why are you jutting your chin out?
Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.
Maribelle: A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
Avatar: Is this better?
Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
Avatar: So like...this?
Maribelle: Yes! Just so. There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a lady fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the more middling courts.
Avatar: You think? Wow, I never—
Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape you into a lady of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to consort with kings! ...Or at least a baron.
Avatar: Er, you really don't have to—
Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.
Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?
Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!
Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!

With Chrom

C Support

Maribelle: Oh! Good day, milord.
Chrom: Hello, Maribelle. ...And just Chrom is fine, please.
Maribelle: A-are you here all alone? Goodness, but there's a chill in the air today! Would you care for a cup of tea?
Chrom: Well, I won't say no. ...Thank you. You're very kind.
Maribelle: Oh, please! For a noblewoman of Ylisse, serving royalty is a high honor!
Chrom: In times of peace, maybe. But this is war. Kings, nobles, and peasants alike are all just comrades-in-arms. So please, don't wear yourself out trying to look after me.
Maribelle: Yes, but—
Chrom: You've been fighting as hard as any of us. You must be exhausted.
Maribelle: Well... I confess I sometimes find myself wishing for a respite. But then I remind myself how much harder it must be for you! Heavy lies the crown and all that, yes? So it's my duty to help you however I can!
Chrom: Your dedication is appreciated, Maribelle. ...A little extreme, maybe, but appreciated. Just promise to look after yourself as well. Will you do that? ...For me?
Maribelle: Your wish is my command, milord. But first let me bring you that tea!
Chrom: I'll take it. Thanks.
Maribelle: I so very much enjoy our time together... I pray we find opportunity to do it again.
Chrom: I hope so, too...

B Support

Maribelle: Tsk! The pool of suspects grows larger by the moment!
Chrom: Er, sorry. Who's a suspect now?
Maribelle: Oh, milord! I didn't see you there! I was just going over my... list.
Chrom: Uh-oh. This can't be good. What list is that?
Maribelle: I've been keeping track of men who may be getting too close to Lissa! My darling is a bewitching vixen, even if she doesn't realize the power of her charms. So when these lecherous men get too close, I drive them back from the ramparts!
Chrom: ...You aren't joking, are you. Why on earth would you do such a thing?!
Maribelle: Isn't it obvious? Lissa is your younger sister, and the princess to the royal house of Ylisse! It falls upon me, her bosom friend and true companion, to save her from scallywags!
Chrom: ...Scallywags? Er, look, Maribelle. I think my sister can guard her own ramparts just fine.
Maribelle: Ha! Don't be so naive! It seems even great men are blind when it comes to matters of the heart!
Chrom: Hey! I am NOT blind! ...And you're being paranoid! There's no harm in Lissa having a few friends among her comrades-in-arms.
Maribelle: That they are comrades makes them more dangerous! Snakes in the den, says I! As such, I've put a strict screening process in place. Any man who would speak to Lissa must first be interviewed by me. Many times. AND provide supporting documentation, of course!
Chrom: ...Heh. I guess in a way it's reassuring to know that Lissa has you watching over her. Well then, I'll trust you to keep her safe for me.
Maribelle: Of course, milord! A woman of my position would offer no less!

A Support

Maribelle: Milord! I hope this day finds you well.
Chrom: As well as can be expected.
Maribelle: If there is anything I can do to ease your burden, you will let me know, won't you?
Chrom: Of course. Thank you, Maribelle. But you really need to stop exhausting yourself on my behalf. I don't deserve it.
Maribelle: Bite your tongue! Serving you is sheer delight! Why, I'd gladly lay my life down for you and Lissa.
Chrom: Well let's hope it never comes to that. I don't want anyone dying for my sake.
Maribelle: But on such a day, I would be first in line to thrust myself upon the enemy's pikes!
Chrom: That reminds me: I talked to some soldiers who saw you get captured by Plegia. They say that, as the Plegian army approached, you went out to meet them. That you parleyed with their captain, asking them to withdraw from Ylisse. And that the honorless curs responded by taking you hostage. Tell me the truth, Maribelle: Did you do this for me and Lissa?
Maribelle: ...I thought to protect you and Lissa from danger. That was my only goal. I know it was wrong of me to take such drastic action without consulting you. But you must believe me when I say—
Chrom: Enough, Maribelle. I believe you. But I need you to promise something... You must never take such a rash action again. Do you understand?
Maribelle: Yes, but—
Chrom: Just as you care for me and Lissa, so do we care about you. We would never forgive ourselves if you came to harm for our sake.
Maribelle: Y-you... are too kind, milord. I solemnly swear that I will never do such a foolish thing again.
Chrom: It wasn't foolish, Maribelle. It was brave and... noble. But if we don't fight as equals in this war, we have no hope of winning it. And if Lissa and I were to lose you... It would be a pain we couldn't bear.
Maribelle: I... Well, I... It won't happen again, milord. I swear it!
Chrom: We must stand shoulder to shoulder. Divided we fall, but together we rise!

S Support

Maribelle: Milord! I've brewed elderberry tea and buttered some crumpets. Won't you rest a spell?
Chrom: Well, since you've gone to all this trouble... Wait. Is this gooseberry jam? It was my favorite as a child! How did you know?
Maribelle: A little bird told me...
Chrom: A little bird named Lissa, I wager. Heh heh, that girl...
Maribelle: Oh, how I envy your sister... You have such affection for her... And you have spent a lifetime together... How can I ever compare?
Chrom: Maribelle, what are you talking about? Lissa's my sister. You're my...friend.
Maribelle: Yes, but you are also royalty and... And you're surrounded by all these fine and noble women! All the time! Lissa and her friends... the court ladies... Oh, you must have such wonderful times! I feel so dreary and plain by compare.
Chrom: Wonderful times?! Hah! Royal court is dull as an anvil. It's my duty to attend, but that's all. ...And it's a loathsome duty at that.
Maribelle: B-but...beautiful admirers hang upon your every word! So how could there be possibly room in your life for... What I mean is... How will you ever find a place for me in your heart?
Chrom: Um, I'm sorry, did you just say...
Maribelle: ...Wait. Did I say that out loud? ...I said that out loud, didn't I? ...Loudly. *face reddens completely* OH, GODS! Chrom, PLEASE pretend you didn't hear that! I don't know what came over me! Curse this blasted battle fatigue! My mind must be on the moon! Oh, that the ground might open up and swallow this foolish creature!
Chrom: Maribelle! get ahold of yourself!
Maribelle: Er... *ahem* Forgive me, milord. I... I don't know what came over me. ...Again.
Chrom: Listen, are you—
Maribelle: Would you mind terribly if we started over? I have something important to tell you, and it deserves a better beginning.
Chrom: Well, I think you already told me... Er, but please. Do go on.
Maribelle: Milord, I am...deeply and madly in love with you! I always have been so, even when we were but children. Yet I've never been able to confess this shameful secret. You were always surrounded by those fine court ladies, and I... Well, I felt so coarse and provincial! I was ashamed, and so kept my feelings hidden.
Chrom: I...see.
Maribelle: B-but now I just don't care anymore! I had to confess, and I'm glad I did. It's like a horrible weight has been lifted from my shoulders!
Chrom: You really should have told me earlier, Maribelle. Because the truth is... I feel the same for you.
Maribelle: T-truly? Oh, Chrom, don't jest with me! Not about this!
Chrom: I assure you, I am not jesting. I've loved you since we were young. Your poise, your consideration for others...
Maribelle: M-milord... Are you truly...
Chrom: Perhaps this will convince you of the sincerity of my feelings.
Maribelle: Oh, heavens. It's a ring! ...And it bears the crest of House Ylisse! Y-you would have me wear this treasure?
Chrom: My parents had it crafted to celebrate my birth. I've always kept it safe because I knew someday I would give it away. I would give it to the woman I wanted for a lifelong companion. ...For a wife. So yes. I want you to have it.
Maribelle: This is a dream come true. I'll never take it off!
Chrom: I wonder how Lissa is going to take this news?
Maribelle: Lissa? Oh thunder, she'll be more excited than anyone! "My big brother is FINALLY getting married," she'll say!
Chrom: Ha ha! You know, I think you're right.

With Lissa

C Support

Lissa: This tea is soooo good!
Maribelle: Isn't it just divine, darling? The leaves are infused with a citrus aroma, so I was certain you'd like it.
Lissa: I like citrus?
Maribelle: In all the years we've shared tea, you only mention the flavor if it's a citrus blend. How funny that you didn't even know!
Lissa: That is funny! And a little embarrassing, I guess... You know me better than I know myself, Maribelle!
Maribelle: That's hardly a surprise, darling. I'm your best friend.
Lissa: Hee hee! I know! It's SO true. ...Wait a second. I don't know what kind of tea YOU like best!
Maribelle: Well now, that simply won't do at all. Why don't you take a guess?
Lissa: Hmmmm. Is it... rose tea?
Maribelle: Tsk! Such a common flavor.
Lissa: Tea with milk?
Maribelle: Ugh! Why not just drink from a mud puddle?!
Lissa: This is hard! Maybe if I knew more about tea... What other kinds are there?
Maribelle: Ah, well. I suppose I'll have to take pity and simply tell you. My favorite blend...
Lissa: Is...?
Maribelle: Black tea infused with the still-warm blood of an adult male grizzly bear.
Lissa: *PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!*
Maribelle: Lissa, what is wrong with you! What manner of lady spews tea?! It is simply not done!
Lissa: What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?! Who would drink such a thing?!
Maribelle: No one, darling. It was only a jest. ...Now wipe your mouth, please.
Lissa: I actually believed you... All right, what's the real answer, then? What's your favorite tea?
Maribelle: Why, whichever ones you enjoy, darling. That way I get to appreciate both the beverage and your enjoyment of it! So if you ever find a blend you're especially fond of, just say the word.
Lissa: Um, all right. I will. Thanks. But I still kinda feel like that wasn't the real answer...

B Support

Maribelle: Phew... Today's battle must have been the fiercest yet! You're not hurt, are you, darling?
Lissa: No, I'm fine. What about you?
Maribelle: I also appear to have escaped injury, thank you.
Lissa: Good! That's... good... ......
Maribelle: Why, whatever is wrong, darling? ...Are you hurt after all?! Why, when I find the dastard responsible, I'll gouge out his—
Lissa: No, no! It's nothing like that. I'm just wondering how long this is going to continue. All the injuries... All the death... It's all just so awful. If I stop to think about it, I get too scared to move.
Maribelle: There's no need for fear! I will lay my life down for yours without hesitation.
Lissa: That doesn't help at all! I don't want YOU getting hurt either!
Maribelle: Don't worry, darling. I'm far too clever to allow that to happen.
Lissa: Yeah, but... didn't you get kidnapped by those guys from Plegia?
Maribelle: Th-that was... There were extenuating circumstances! In any case, my mind is quite made up. Keeping you safe is my utmost priority.
Lissa: I don't understand why you always put me first. Even when we have tea, we always drink the kind I like. You need to take care of yourself too, Maribelle. Don't deprive yourself of the things you enjoy, and don't you dare get hurt!
Maribelle: Oh, my darling Lissa... I appreciate that, I really do, but please don't let it trouble you. I AM doing what I enjoy, you see? All that I do, I do because I want to.
Lissa: That's not what I meant, and you know it!
Maribelle: Don't make that face, darling. It will give you the most terrible wrinkles later. You know what I think we both need? A nice warm bath. I feel as if I'm made of nothing but dust and sweat! Let's go to the bath.
Lissa: H-hey, wait! Maribelle!

A Support

Lissa: Maribelle! Maribelle, are you all right?! How bad is it? Let me see! Does it hurt?!
Maribelle: Darling, you're raving like a madwoman! ...Or, gods forbid, a lowborn.
Lissa: It's my fault! He was swinging for me, and you jumped in the way!
Maribelle: Yes, and here I stand, still right as rain! I told you, I'm far too clever to suffer harm at the hands of some barbarian.
Lissa: W-well, as long as you're all right... Thank you, Maribelle.
Maribelle: It's my pleasure, darling.
Lissa: But... Maribelle? Why are you so determined to protect me? Is it because of what things were like before you joined the Shepherds?
Maribelle: Wh-whatever makes you think—
Lissa: That's it. Isn't it?
Maribelle: *Sigh* I suppose there's no sense in denying it. As I'm sure you're aware, Lissa, I can sometimes be... difficult. I never had much in the way of friends. ...Never had any friends, in truth. The other children whispered about me... At court I was always alone... Until you. You were the only one willing to give me a chance. You... saved me, Lissa. And I swore to do the same.
Lissa: But that was years ago! I'd forgotten all about it until just now.
Maribelle: But I have never forgotten! How could I? I was alone in the dark, and you offered me your kindness. You shone as bright as the sun, Lissa, and burned twice as warm.
Lissa: But I didn't do anything special! I just... I just wanted to be friends.
Maribelle: With a pariah? With the butt of every malicious rumor and cruel jape?
Lissa: I didn't care what those jerks thought! I choose my own friends! And you're a wonderful person... You didn't deserve any of that.
Maribelle: Ha ha! Oh, my darling, you are the most incurably soft-hearted woman in all Ylisse. And that is precisely why I care for you and would defend you with my life.
Lissa: Aw, Maribelle... Thanks. But I don't want to be some fragile teacup that has to be protected at all times. From here on, I'll be jumping in front of axes for you, too! And the same goes for tea. Next time, we're drinking what YOU want to drink! Though I'm not sure where I'll find an adult male grizzly... But whatever! True friendship is a road that runs in two directions, right?
Maribelle: Ha ha! Yes, I suppose it is. ...I did mention the bear blood was only a jape, correct?

With Frederick

With Virion

C Support

Maribelle: Virion?
Virion: Ah, milady! 'Tis a pleasure to be in the company of one so beautiful. Your eyes—
Maribelle: Charmed, I'm sure. But flattery so freely given quickly loses its luster. If you must insist on calling yourself a noble, you must take care what you say and do. Your words and deeds reflect not only upon yourself, but all men of breeding.
Virion: Then, fair lady, you must tell me the best way to polish my noble reputation... Perhaps we can have a first lesson tonight over dinner? Just the two of us, mmm?
Maribelle: Absolutely not! I can't be seen consorting with a rogue such as yourself!
Virion: You wound me, milady! Harsh words for one whose love for you is deeper than the sea.
Maribelle: Don't play me for a fool, cad. You've more love for that frilly shirt than for me.
Virion: She wounds me yet again! What will it take to prove my sincerity, dear lady?
Maribelle: I can tell you this: honey-coated words alone will not be enough.
Virion: Then by my deeds I shall win you, and the bards will sing of our love!
(Virion leaves)
Maribelle: Any singer who utters even a word will have a quick answer from my parasol!

B Support

Virion: And so we find ourselves come to this...
Maribelle: Is something troubling you, Virion? You stand as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Virion: You see to the core of me, my lady. I'd thought to hide my troubles from you. But 'tis true: I bear a terrible weight that threatens to crush me with every step. And your kind, loving eyes have spied it at first blush!
Maribelle: Er...
Virion: I find that war makes people ever so eager to whine. Don't you agree? "I can't march another step!" "Why must we carry all these spare bowls?!" And so on. I had to engage in a full retreat just to give my poor ears a rest.
Maribelle: Is THAT why you wouldn't advance with the rest of us during the previous fight? Gods, what madness! What's wrong with you, Virion?! The fact I have even a moment's concern for your welfare boggles the mind.
Virion: B-but...did you see the way I came running onto the battlefield at the end? It was magnificent! Why, our foes all but fled in terror at the sight of me!
Maribelle: Was that before or after you let yourself get surrounded? Before or after you panicked and forced Chrom to rescue you?
Virion: All part of the plan! By playing decoy, I lured the enemy into our snare. They didn't call me Virion the Cunning for nothing, you know.
Maribelle: You are the most dishonest and silly man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. You call yourself a nobleman? Ha! I've met scullery maids more noble. You, sir, are an embarrassment to men of good breeding everywhere.
Virion: Enough! It's one thing to consider me superficial, but dishonest? Silly? Milady's ravishing beauty hides a tongue that cuts too deep. But alas, it's not the first time I've been hurt by words so ill considered.
Maribelle: I'm... I'm sorry, Virion. I should have not spoken so harshly.
Virion: W-would you excuse me for a while? I have something to do.
(Virion leaves)
Maribelle: Wait! Don't go! I didn't mean what I said! ...Er, at least not all of it!

A Support

Maribelle: Hello, Virion. I've not seen much of you as of late... Are you keeping well?
Virion: Well enough. Busy with noble deeds and so forth.... Keeping up the good name.
Maribelle: Er, Virion, about before...
Virion: I should go, milady. Forgive me.
Maribelle: Oh, yes. Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you haven't been yourself recently. You seem tired. I rather miss my lively old Virion.
Virion: Milady, when you called me dishonest, it gave me pause. Am I a credit to nobility? Do I bring honor to house and peer? Can I yet be better? I am unused to thinking on such things, and my ponderings gave me a terrific headache. I've barely had a bite to eat and grow thinner by the day. If I think any harder, I fear I shall simply waste away.
Maribelle: Hah!
Virion: Scorn does not become you, milady.
Maribelle: My apologies. But I promise, I'm not mocking your plight. I just find this ever so amusing. For you see, you have already proven me wrong and didn't even realize it.
Virion: Hmm? You have me at a disadvantage, sweet lady.
Maribelle: I said you were superficial and dishonest. A blight on all who hold good blood. But here you stand, anguishing about whether you are worthy or not. That alone proves your worth!
Virion: ...For true? A great relief if you feel so. Now I think... I must away to...the inn...
Maribelle: Virion? Virion! H-help! Someone! Virion has collapsed!
Virion: F-forgive me. I haven't eaten a morsel all day, and I suddenly felt quite dizzy.
Maribelle: You fainted because you were hungry? I thought you'd suffered a mortal wound!
Virion: Perhaps if I had some salted pork... And bread... And an apple or two...
Maribelle: You are a remarkable man, in every sense of the word. Well, instead of lunching at the inn, perhaps you might dine with me today? I recently took down a fat boar that would be perfect in a turnip stew.
Virion: I would be honored, milady.

S Support

Virion: Ah, sweetest Maribelle.
Maribelle: Virion?
Virion: I want to thank you again for that wonderful stew the other day.
Maribelle: Oh, but the pleasure was mine. After all, we are friends now, aren't we? And I did so enjoy listening to your stories. Especially the one about getting lost in your own castle. I know the exact feeling!
Virion: It seems we have much in common, being fellow members of the nobility. Perhaps when next we share a pot of stew, we might speak of more romantic things?
Maribelle: There you go again with your wild japes... And just when I was starting to form a more favorable impression. I DO hope you're not going to disappoint me again.
Virion: It is no jest, milady, I assure you.... And perhaps this will prove my sincerity.
Maribelle: ...A ring? You would offer me a ring?
Virion: I have always been your most fervent admirer, milady. I spoke true when I said my love is deeper than the sea. When you doubted me, it sent me into a raving fit of...introspection. And so ever since, I have struggled for a way to prove my sincerity.
Maribelle: You thought yourself into unconsciousness for...me? Oh, Virion, that is so GALLANT!
Virion: Yes, I suppose it is rather, isn't it? I mean, now that you mention it. And the gods saw fit to answer my prayer in part, for now we are friends. But milady, it is not enough... I would be more than just a friend. I would be your companion—nay, your husband!
Maribelle: Oh... Will you ever give me peace if I refuse you? Heh... No. I don't think you will... Very well, gallant Virion. I accept your ring.
Virion: T-truly?!
Maribelle: You should know by now that I always mean what I say. But if we are to wed, you must pledge to put my happiness above all else. Agreed?
Virion: With every fiber of my being I agree! I shall think of nothing but! And when this hateful war is over, I shall welcome you to my home! Our celebration feast shall be the envy of nobles throughout the land!
Maribelle: Oh, I think not! Surely you know you must marry into MY house. We have no male heirs, and my father will insist on adopting my husband.
Virion: Y-you mean... We would have to live with your parents?! Er, th-that is to say... If milady so wishes...then of course I would be...honored? Ah ha ha! Ha ha. Haaaaa...

With Stahl

C Support

Stahl: Maribelle,about that favor I asked you earlier...
Maribelle: Zzzz... Oh, I do declare... My stars and garters... Frankly, my dear Chrom, I don't... Zzzzz...
Stahl: Um, Maribelle?
Maribelle: Huh?! Wha—?! Wh-where am I?! ...Is that you, Stahl?
Stahl: You've been studying too much, Maribelle. You need to take a break. You can't even keep your eyes open anymore.
Maribelle: Quite frankly, sir, my rest is... *yawn* Oh, pardon me! But I mean to say that it's none of your concern, and I'm quite all right.
Stahl: It's not all right! I just caught you sleeping on your feet! Are you feeling dizzy? Feverish? Any sudden chills?
Maribelle: I told you, I'm fine! ...I had a spot of indigestion earlier, but that's all.
Stahl: Then I insist you try my special tonic. It works wonders on stomach ailments.
Maribelle: Well, if you insist. Thank you.Th-this should keep me going...for a few more days...
Stahl: Now, now. You need to sleep properly, too.
Maribelle: Yes...I know thatsszzzzzzz...
Stahl: Er, Maribelle? ...Maribelle?

B Support

Maribelle: Ah, Stahl. I wanted to thank you for your concern the other day. That tonic did wonders for my indigestion.
Stahl: I'm delighted it helped.
Maribelle: In fact, I was wondering if you might have another dose or two to spare...
Stahl: Are you planning on staying up all night again? Because if so—
Maribelle: If you don't want to give me any, say so and stop wasting my time!
Stahl: Eep! N-no, that's not— Er, here, have as much as you like.
Maribelle: *Ahem* Than you. You are too kind.
Stahl: I know it's not my concern, but please do take care of yourself, milady.
Maribelle: ...Oh, very well. I suppose you deserve some manner of explanation. For a long time now, my dream has been to join the royal judiciary. A fool's dream it seems, now that I know how much I must read and memorize...
Stahl: Yeesh! That sounds like a challenge. I envy your courage and dedication. Er, but is there any way I might help make your dream come true?
Maribelle: I suppose I could think of something. But why on earth would you care?
Stahl: Because I have no dreams of my own and want to live vicariously through yours? Er, but more seriously, you're my friend! I just want to help if I can.
Maribelle: Well, I have found myself on the hunt for certain legal documents...
Stahl: It would be an honor.
Maribelle: Excellent! And in return for your help, I shall help you discover a dream of your own.
Stahl: Oh, that's all right. I don't have—
Maribelle: You shared your tonic, and now you are helping me with my studies. It behooves a woman of my station to return favors promptly.
Stahl: But...living vicariously!
Maribelle: You said we are friends, did you not, sir? And what do friends do for each other?
Stahl: *Sigh* They help each other...

A Support

Stahl: I found the documents you were looking for.
Maribelle: Well, I'll be! Thank you so very much for the kind assistance. By the by, I've drawn up a list of proposals for YOUR dream.
Stahl: Oh. I thought perhaps you might have...forgotten.
Maribelle:Right then! Don't think. Just give me the first answer that comes to mind... Would you rather rise in Chrom's army, or run the family apothecary?
Stahl: Hmm... Both sound quite enticing, truth be told.
Maribelle: Come now, sir! A true gentleman must have an opinion about such matters!
Stahl: Well, I've thought about it a lot. An awful lot, in fact. And I realized we have no idea how this world will turn out after the war. So perhaps I should see what is best for my friends before I decide. I've never been very good at working hard for my own benefit. If I'm not helping someone, I just can't seem to get interested.
Maribelle: Then there is nothing I can do to assist you.
Stahl: ...Huh. I expected you to tell me to get ahold of myself or something.
Maribelle: If you hadn't actually bothered to think about it, I would have been livid. But you've already chosen a path. You want to do what's best for those close to you. And once you discover a way, I'm sure you'll do your very best to make it happen. That IS a dream, Stahl. One that demands both courage and industry!
Stahl: Heh. I may not be much for grand causes, but I do like helping people out.
Maribelle: A bit overly humble for my tastes, but there's no doubting your honesty.
Sthal: Thank you! ...I think. In any case, right now my job is to help you and Chrom. So, what else can I do for you? Any more documents that need finding?
Maribelle: Yes, but they can wait for a while. Why don't we both have a break with a refreshing cup of elderberry tea? I haven't had a nice chitchat in ever so long!
Stahl: It would be my pleasure!

S Support

Stahl: Maribelle, weren't you looking for this book?
Maribelle: Why, yes. How did you know?
Stahl: I've spent a lot of time with you lately. It's all kind of second nature. Like right now, I'd wager you want a hot cup of elderberry tea.
Maribelle: Well, now that you mention it, it is about time for a little break. You are getting very good at anticipating my every need! Since you started helping, I haven't once had to stay up all night. Stahl, I do believe you have a special genius for making people's lives easier!
Stahl: I enjoy making people from all walks of life happy, Maribelle. Although there is one person who I like making happier more than any other... And that's you.
Maribelle: Why, Stahl... I do believe that is a ring...
Stahl: If you hadn't noticed, I've become completely smitten with you. Whether carrying books or copying obscure scrolls, my heart leaps for joy at every task. And that's why I want to be your husband.
Maribelle: Are you sure? It would mean a lot of hard work...
Stahl: Hard work? Pshaw! If it's done in your service, it would be a joy!
Maribelle: Why, Stahl, you certainly know how to sweep a lady off her feet... Very well. I would be honored to wear your ring.
Stahl: Then from now on, my dream shall be YOUR dream!

With Vaike

C Support

Maribelle: *Sigh*
Vaike: Uh-oh. Something troublin' ya there, Maribelle? Cares got ya down? You can tell ol' Teach all about it!
Maribelle: Oh, hello, Vaike...
Vaike: ... Wait, what? No fancy zinger? No swipes at your old friend Vaike? That ain't you at all! This must be some serious troubles, eh?
Maribelle: ......
Vaike: Aw, come on, Maribelle. What is it?
Maribelle: Vaike? Am I a... snob?
Vaike: ... Is THAT what you're worried about? That kinda talk never seemed to bother you before. Why now?
Maribelle: So I AM a snob! Oh, I knew it! I've been thinking a lot about myself and my behavior lately. And you know what? I'm a snob! A sad, inexcusable woman who is proud and vain beyond her station...
Vaike: Whoa, hold on now! Don't be hasty. I mean, sure, when ya first got here, ya wouldn't even look at us normal folk—
Maribelle: Yes, but you were all SO uncouth! What with the stench of the slum about you.
Vaike: Now, see, there it is again. And just when I was startin' to think better of ya.
Maribelle: Better of... me?
Vaike: Today's the first time I've ever heard ya even consider you might be wrong. Dummy that I am, I thought for a moment ya might be changin' ways... But I guess a tigress don't slip her stripes so easily, huh?
Maribelle: Pah! I hardly think it is YOUR place to criticize ME, miscreant!
Vaike: Yeesh! The tigress kept her claws, too!

B Support

Vaike: Whoa, look at them two fat, juicy apples! Luck is smilin' on ol' Teach today!
Maribelle: Vaike? Might I have a moment?
Vaike: Well, sure. What can I do ya for?
Maribelle: I was told that Chrom wagered his dessert on some game with you and lost. This simply will not do. Gambling in such times is beyond shameful!
Vaike: If there's shame in winning an apple fair and square, it's that it don't happen more often!
Maribelle: Enough! You've had your fun, but it simply is not done. Hand over the ill-gotten fruit.
Vaike: If ya want this apple, you'll have to earn it like I did—by rollin' the dice!
Maribelle: You wish me to gamble to show you that gambling is wrong? I believe you are missing th point...
Vaike: Well, all right. If you're to hoity-toity to toss dice with ol' Teach, then...
Maribelle: I am NOT hoipy toipy... Hatty totty... Oh, FINE. Just give me the dice.
Vaike: Har har! That's the spirit! But first, ya gotta say what you're wagering.
Maribelle: Oh, whatever. It does not matter. Whatever you like.
Vaike: Oh? Whatever I want, I can have of you?
Maribelle: Virtue and right always prevail in the end. I've no doubt how this contest will turn out.
Vaike: ... You ain't gambled much before, have ya?

A Support

Vaike: Er, Maribelle? Milady? Would ya mind givin' this to Chrom?
Maribelle: An apple? But I lost our bet...
Vaike: Right, and that's why ya had to join me for a drink in a common alehouse. Our wager's settled. This is just me havin' a change of heart. Don't worry. It's fresh. I got it yesterday. Paid for it with my honest coin and everything.
Maribelle: Then am I to assume you have renounced your gambling ways?
Vaike: Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that. Tomorrow's another day, eh?
Maribelle: Fair enough. Still, I must admit... it was quite interesting to dine with the masses. And I ended up with an apple as well... Perhaps by losing, I actually won out!
Vaike: Heh, you really didn't mind slumming it down with us common filth, eh?
Maribelle: It was an absolutely fascinating experience! All the smallfolk are each so very different... I didn't even mind the smell, after a time.
Vaike: Yeah, it didn't exactly go like I planned... I thought I'd teach you a lesson about how people take lookin' down your nose at 'em. But after ten minutes you had 'em all charmed. They loved you like a sister! Maybe you ain't such a snob after all.
Maribelle: Perhaps not, tee hee. Oh but you simply MUST take me there again sometime. Do promise me, Vaike!
Vaike: Uh... sure? I guess?
Maribelle: Splendid! It's a date. Now I must find Chrom and deliver his apple.
Maribelle leaves
Vaike: ... The Vaike ain't wrong often, but maybe this time... I could be? Maybe I misjudged that woman...

S Support

Maribelle:: ... Checkmate.
Vaike: Aw, donkey ears! Not again! These damn noble games are like stickin' hot needles in my brain!
Maribelle: Please. Tantrums are so unbecoming. ... Elderberry tea?
Vaike: Oh, er, sorry. ... Uh, milady. Tea would be... lovely.
Maribelle: Now don't gulp it down like a drowning fish! Sip gently... Let the palate savor it... You did say you wanted to acquire noble manners, correct?
Vaike: Somethin' like that, yeah. I figured if you can get along with commoners, I can learn to like nobles.
Maribelle: Your commitment is admirable. Now, what shall we have you do next? Hmmm...
Vaike: Hey, what about—
Maribelle: Tsk! I won our last wager, remember? Next we do whatever I say.
Vaike: Ya know, for someone so against it, you sure got fond of gambling quick!
Maribelle: This isn't gambling! It only counts if one wagers money or valuables... Speaking of which, perhaps you'd care to show me that thing you've been hiding?
Vaike: Wh-what? You mean this ol' thing? Aw, it's just—
Maribelle: It's a ring, is it not?
Vaike: Yeah, it's a ring. I ordered it special. Actually, it's... It's f-for you. ... Milady. It's... an engagement ring... You've got a sharp tongue, sure, but things are never dull when you're around... And old Teach just hates it when things are dull! ... So I was thinkin' maybe—
Maribelle: *Ahem* Vaike, I have decided how you can settle your debt from our last wager.
Vaike: ... Yeah?
Maribelle: Give me that ring, and make me the happiest woman in all of the realm! You may have lost the bet, but you have won my heart.
Vaike: Aw gladly, milady, gladly! ... Wait, you're saying you'll marry me, right?

With Kellam

With Donnel

C Support

Maribelle: What careless lout elected to leave their belongings here?!
Donnel: Gosh, I'm sorry! That's my pack!
Maribelle: Well, I would ask that you be more careful in the future! In cases of emergency, this corridor is the escape route for the entire camp.
Donnel: I didn't know that, Maribelle. I'm real sorry. We didn't have anythin' like that on the farm.
Maribelle: Very well, then. I shall take it upon myself to instruct you.
Donnel: Huh?
Maribelle: We shall begin with the laws of Ylisse and the code of organizational regulations. You may borrow this book for now. I expect you to learn its contents front to back!
Donnel: Th-that's an awful thick tome, ain't it?
Maribelle: Justice is a weighty matter.
Donnel: And you want I should memorize this whole thing, ma'am?
Maribelle: Diligence is the noblest of the virtues, Donnel! Education elevates us. It separates us from the beasts of the field. Oh, and that volume was a gift from my father. I ask that you handle it with utmost care.
Donnel: O-oh, yes, ma'am! I'll be real careful!

B Support

Maribelle: Good day, Donnel. How fare your pursuits in the learned arts?
Donnel: Great! In fact, I got it all good'n learned, so you can have this here book back.
Maribelle: Preposterous! Even I haven't yet committed the entire code to memory!
Donnel: I wouldn't lie to ya, ma'am! I just always been good at memorizin' stuff. Ma used to say 'cause my head was so empty, there was plenty'a room.
Maribelle: Then I suppose you won't object to my asking you a few questions... First, from chapter one: Which crimes fall under the auspices of Article IV, Section 3?
Donnel: ...And he shall be sentenced to no fewer'n one or greater'n ten years' imprisonment. ...'Lessun he give the goat back, that is.
Maribelle: Correct AND verbatim! ...Well, except for the awkward grammar. Have you really got the entire legal code memorized?
Donnel: Yes, ma'am! Spent every bit of free time I had on it, I did!
Maribelle: All on this one book?
Donnel: You said it was important to ya, so it'd be rude for me to sit on it! 'Sides, it's mighty nice of ya to teach me, so I owe it to ya to do my part.
Maribelle: I must confess, Donnel, I did not expect you to take to the task with such zeal. I fear that I underestimated you, and for that I apologize. I see now that you are a diamond in the rough. ...Very rough it's true, but a diamond nonetheless! I shall make it my cause to see you polished into a sparkling paragon of a gentleman!
Donnel: Oh, I dunno, ma'am. I ain't never been one for fancy clothes and silverware. Plus don't gentleman all wear masks and dance in circles and stuff?
Maribelle: This is not up for discussion! Now come with me!

A Support

Maribelle: Hold the waist firm. Now, one step right and two steps left. Ouch!
Donnel: Gosh, I'm real sorry, ma'am! I don't mean to keep doin' that.
Maribelle: It seems that your good memory does not extend past books. Much to the chagrin of my aching foot.
Donnel: It ain't just that I don't know the moves. But when I'm dancin' with you Maribelle, I get...flustered, I guess.
Maribelle: Have you no decency, Donnel? A true gentleman must keep his feelings in check! Now you have me feeling self-conscious as well...
Donnel: I'm tryin' just as hard as I can, but I think any fella'd get distracted. You're all pretty 'n' lovely 'n' beautiful, Maribelle, and I'm just a smelly old—
Maribelle: That is quite enough!
Donnel: I don't mean to be inappropriate or nothin', Maribelle. But I know you don't want to hear junk like that from a pig slopper like me.
Maribelle: That's not true. ...Well, not precisely. You're earnest and dedicated in all you undertake, Donnel, and I respect that.
Donnel: You do?
Maribelle: Yes. And now that we're finished praising one another, shall we return to our lesson?
Donnel: Oh. So you sayin' all that was just another part of "high society learnin'"?
Maribelle: No, I spoke sincerely. But now, for whatever reason, I no longer feel self-conscious.
Donnel: Me neither!
Maribelle: I suppose frankly airing one's thoughts and feelings can be a...liberating thing.
Donnel: Now that's the real lesson!
Maribelle: Oh, no. You're not finished yet! With me, now, Donnel! One, two, three... One, two three....

S Support

Donnel: S-say, Miss Maribelle? I reckon I want ya to have this.
Maribelle: If you think a ring with a fake stone will win me over, you're outta yer... Er, yer mad!
Donnel: The stone ain't real, but there's nothin' fake 'bout the way I love ya!
Maribelle: Try again when you ain't such a hick... Er, once you make somethin' of yourself!
Donnel: ...... Aw, horsefeathers! What'n the heck am I doin' here? Maribelle'd never say yes to a darn pig slopper like me.
Maribelle: *Ahem*
Donnel: M-M-Maribelle?! How long have... Did ya...?
Maribelle: Your portrayal of me is quite the princess. I can't say I'm flattered.
Donnel: N-no, that... I didn't...
Maribelle: Let me see that ring.
Donnel: H-here, ma'am.
Maribelle: ...It's truly lovely. And you would give this to me?
Donnel: The stone ain't... I mean, it's a fake.
Maribelle: I'm not the sort to base her reply to a proposal on the ring's worth, Donny.
Donnel: Then does that mean yer gonna accept it?
Maribelle: Will you ask me again? Properly, and to my face?
Donnel: Course I will! *ahem* Miss Maribelle, will you do me the honor of bein' my wife?
Maribelle: Master Donnel, I would be delighted.
Donnel: Aw, shucks!
Maribelle: Donnel? One does not end a proposal by saying "aw, shucks."

With Lon'qu

C Support

Maribelle: Lon'qu! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?
Lon'qu: Stabbing people.
Maribelle: I was REFERRING to your insistence on charging off faster than I can follow! It's lovely that you're so eager to bathe in blood, but I must insist you match my pace.
Lon'qu: Leave me, woman.
Maribelle: Ha! Spoken like a true cad! I've heard tell of your little "issue" with women, but you'll just have to get over it.
Lon'qu: This is no problem of yours. If I bleed, it is due to my own weakness. Each cut is a lesson, each scar a reminder.
Maribelle: Oh, and just think how much you'll learn when you die in a heap on the battlefield! It's my job to keep your blood inside you, and that requires cooperation.
Lon'qu: I can patch my own wounds. Now leave me!
Maribelle: I will not! Now you just sit right there and— I say! Get back here this instant!

B Support

Maribelle: Ah ha! There you are!
Lon'qu: Ugh.
Maribelle: You nearly lost your sword arm yesterday, Lon'qu! Are you aware of this? All your warrior's pride won't be worth a whit if you can't lift a blade!
Lon'qu: I've intensified my training so that such a thing won't happen again. Now stop following me.
Maribelle: Not so fast!
Lon'qu: That's my arm. You're touching my arm. ...Please stop touching my arm.
Maribelle: Not until you furnish me with a reason for this suicidal stubbornness!
Lon'qu: Enough! I yield! Just remove your paw from me.
Maribelle: PAW?! Why, you inbred, foul-tempered, low-born gutter rat! Are you so truly averse to women that you must insult them at every turn?
Lon'qu: I...do not function well around them. They closer they get, the worse it is. I beg of you, keep your distance.
Maribelle: So that's the reason you've been running off whenever I try to heal you!
Lon'qu: I mean no offense, though I know it is taken. It would be best if you simply accepted it.
Maribelle: Absolutely not.
Lon'qu: Why not?
Maribelle: Because it's unacceptable! You always speak of growing stronger, yet here's a glaring weakness to correct. At this rate, a little girl could simply walk up and kill you with a spoon. I won't have you risking your life over such a foolish thing.
Lon'qu: ...
Maribelle: I know it's not my place, but I think—
Lon'qu: No. You are not wrong. This is a weakness I must correct.
Maribelle: I can ask no more, Lon'qu.

A Support

Maribelle: You put on quite an impressive show today, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: Hmph.
Maribelle: I would have been in a terrible bind had you not been close by to defend me. Though you would have been in a similar fix had I not healed you afterwards. Regardless, it was quite chivalrous of you. And proof you've overcome your problem! This is a celebratory day indeed. Perhaps you'll join me for a cup of—
Lon'qu: TOO CLOSE! Er, I mean... Please step back.
Maribelle: I'm sorry, did you just shriek at me like some kind of ill-mannered lout?
Lon'qu: My problem is not gone. It's better in combat, but... At times like this, I can't... I can't. I'm sorry.
Maribelle: I see.
Lon'qu: Go on. Laugh at the craven.
Maribelle: I'll do no such thing! I owe you all the more knowing you defended me despite the discomfort. I should dearly like to help you work through the issue.
Lon'qu: I don't see how.
Maribelle: Oh, there has to be SOME way. Hmm, perhaps it's best to have you jump in head first. I could bring you to an establishment where a pack of lovely ladies wait on you?
Lon'qu: Pass. ...Wait, how would you know about such a place?
Maribelle: Rude! A woman must have her secrets.
Lon'qu: Perhaps there is another way. A normal way.
Maribelle: Quite right! And I won't rest until I've come up with it, my dear. Anything for a friend, I always say.
Lon'qu: Are we friends?
Maribelle: Would you disagree?
Lon'qu: Most friends stand closer than twenty paces from one another. But yes, I would like to be friends.
Maribelle: Good, because it's a done deal regardless.

S Support

Maribelle: Whenever you're ready, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: R-right...
Maribelle: You're almost there. Stay focused.
Lon'qu: ...Ngh!
Maribelle: Excellent! You finally managed to touch me. And with almost no simpering to boot. Mmm, your hand runs cool.
Lon'qu: Your cheek is...warm.
Maribelle: Let's break here for today, yes? Steadily decreasing the distance day by day seems to be working.
Lon'qu: I expected you to fill a tiger pit with women and push me in.
Maribelle: Gentlemen have likened me to many things before, Lon'qu, but never a sharp spike. Besides, you asked for a "normal" method. I think this one is quite reasonable.
Lon'qu: It is. But we've been at it for so long, and I've only just managed to touch your cheek. I have taken so much of your time.
Maribelle: Oh, pish! It's no bother at all! ...Still, I suppose you have a point. Perhaps we ought to make arrangements for the long term, mmm?
Lon'qu: Meaning...?
Maribelle: Well, I could continue to train you indefinitely if we were married.
Lon'qu: You have no obligation to do that.
Maribelle: Gods, but you can be dreadfully dense at times. Do you think I would propose marriage out of a sense of obligation?
Lon'qu: Er, no.
Maribelle: So then! We've now established how I feel about you, albeit somewhat painfully... Perhaps you would return the favor.
Lon'qu: ... I... feel something for you as well, though I do not have the words for it. I yearn to keep you safe in my arms until the breath leaves my body. And yet, I can barely touch you. It is shameful. I have no right to ask your hand.
Maribelle: Oh, Lon'qu, there's no hurry. We have the rest of our lives! And YOU, my dear, are a catch worth waiting for.
Lon'qu: Perhaps we could practice one more time. I would very much like to hold your hand as we walk to town. We will need a ring, after all.
Maribelle: With you, my dear, I would walk anywhere. Now, get those cold hands over here!

With Ricken

C Support

Maribelle: The tea is ready, Ricken.
Ricken: ...Mmm, that's good. Thanks, Maribelle.
Maribelle: It's the least I can do for you after you saved me from those Plegian scoundrels, dear boy. A cup of tea will scarce repay the debt I owe you!
Ricken: Aw, you don't owe me.
Maribelle: Ha! Without you, tea would be leaking from sword holes on every side of me! This debt must be paid, especially as we're members of Ylisse's old high houses. We may not be as close as in ages past, but we're peers nonetheless. If I can ever be of help, you need but ask.
Ricken: Th-that's...
Maribelle: Whatever is the matter, dear?
Ricken: I'm just surprised to hear you say so, is all.
Maribelle: Come now! You saved my life! Surely you don't think me the sort to forget a debt!
Ricken: No, not that! The part about our houses. My house isn't like it used to be. ...Actually, we're dead broke.
Maribelle: Ah, yes. That. Well, the recent financial struggles of your house are hardly—
Ricken: I was just surprised to hear you call us peers. That's all. Plus look at me! I'm hardly an aristocrat.
Maribelle: An what else could you be, mmm? A noble's honor isn't measured by size of purse, but quality of character. And anyone who would risk his life for another has a noble spirit indeed! Your family is every bit an equal to min, and hang those who say differently!
Ricken: Heh... Thanks, Maribelle.

B Support

Maribelle: Oh, Ricken, dear? Let me see your leg.
Ricken: Wh-what ? Why would you want to—
Maribelle: Ricken!
Ricken: Urk! Y-yes, ma'am.
Maribelle: Heavens, look at this wound! Small wonder you're gimping around like the village drunk! Why didn't you say something about this?
Ricken: What, this? Ha ha! Oh, this is nothing! Just a ... flesh wound.
Maribelle: And what if this "flesh wound" were to get infected? Mmm? What then? You must stop taking unnecessary risks! ...Such as fighting at all.
Ricken: What?! What's THAT suppose to mean?
Maribelle: Putting someone so young in the line of fire is the worst kind of cowardice. Yes, you saved me, but you could have died a hundred times along the way! Well, never again! I shall demand Chrom find a way to spare you further combat. I should have done this sooner, dear boy, Oh, I hope you can forgive my—
Ricken: Don't you dare! ...And don't call me a boy! I can handle myself in a fight, Maribelle. You should know that better than anyone.
Maribelle: Now see here! No one doubts your abilities, least of all me. But I would be devastated beyond comfort if anything happened to you.
Ricken: I have this power for better or worse, and I know how to fight. Don't ask me to sit by while my friends, my family, and my country are in danger.
Maribelle: I suppose if you're truly certain, it is not my place to stop you. I only ask that you don't stop me from striving to keep you safe. TELL me when you're hurt, Ricken! Let me use my gifts for you as well. You'll keep no one safe by playing the stoic.
Ricken: All right.

A Support

Maribelle: This war grows more intense with each passing battle.
Ricken: I'm exhausted as well, but if we give up now, all of Ylisse will suffer. We have to stay strong for them.
Maribelle: Ricken, I own you an apology for my words the other day. You understand the situation as well as any of us, and I was wrong to imply otherwise.
Ricken: You weren't wrong. ...Not totally, anyway. I AM young, and I DID hide an injury. I'm trying to be more careful. I really am.
Maribelle: Good. You tell me the moment you get even a scratch, are we clear?
Ricken: You may not believe this, but I have no desire to suffer a terrible injury.
Maribelle: Yes, well. So long as that's understood. By the by, I procured a delicious blend of tea in town the other day. If we both manage to survive the coming battle, I promise to share it with you.
Ricken: Ha! That sound delicious! Just make sure you're careful too, all right? I'm not the only person on the battlefield that people care about.
Maribelle: You've become quite the noble young man, Ricken.

S Support

Maribelle: Ricken...
Ricken: Oh, is it teatime already?
Maribelle: Er, not quite. I've actually come to you with something of a proposal. You see, I would like to help with the restoration of your family's fortune.
Ricken: That's really kind, but not necessary. It's not like we eat crumbs off the floor. And while your coin might repair the house, our name would still be sullied. We have to do this ourselves.
Maribelle: Well, yes, naturally. But...
Ricken: Although, I've been thinking. I know this may sound odd, but... I have a proposal of my own.
Maribelle: Oh?
Ricken: I want you to have this.
Maribelle: ...This is a signet ring. And it bears your house crest! Ricken, I cannot accept this. Such a token is best reserved for your future wife.
Ricken: Yes, I know.
Maribelle: Oh, moldy caviar! How could I be so daft? It seems you and I are proposing the same thing.
Ricken: Wait, you WANT to get married? I thought you'd say I was far too—
Maribelle: Of course! As you say, a family's name can only be restored from within.
Ricken: I don't given a whit for my name, Maribelle! I'll only marry you if ... if you love me.
Maribelle: I believe that I do, yes. It seemed a bit... Well, unusual, I suppose, so I thought if I covered it somehow...
Ricken: You made up the thing about my family name because you were embarrassed?
Maribelle: Perish the thought, Ricken! I'm deeply concerned for your family's honor. Besides, do you think me the sort who would marry a man she didn't love?
Ricken: Oh, Maribelle! I've been in love with you since the moment we met! I'll make you happy! I swear it!
Maribelle: R-really? From the moment we met?
Ricken: I nearly went mad when I heard you'd been taken captive! Chrom tried to stop me from going, but I wouldn't hear of it!
Maribelle: I don't know what to say... You have become a man with strength equal to the passion of his convictions. And now I'll have the pleasure of sharing tea with that man for the rest of my life.
Ricken: Then prepare the kettle, my love!

With Gaius

C Support

Maribelle: Now see here, Gaius. What do you think you're playing at, hovering around me like a persistent fly? It disturbs me to see your leering visage, particularly when I'm in the midst of battle.
Gaius: I'm sorry, Twinkles. I just thought... Well, if I can atone for what I did, then maybe—
Maribelle: Maybe what? I might FORGIVE you? We might become oh-such-good-friends? You broke into the royal treasury with the intent of stealing from the realm. And then you did it AGAIN!
Gaius: Look, I know I did wrong, and I feel lousy about it. Gods strike me down if I don't.
Maribelle: Ha! You must be a stone idiot if you think I'll believe a thing you have to say! Or have you forgotten the first time you were caught raiding the treasury? You claimed my FATHER was behind it! My poor, decent, innocent father! He was hauled in front of the magistrate and almost put to death because of you!
Gaius: Actually, the thing about that is... L-look, I said some things I'm not proud of in an attempt to avoid the noose. But I'm a changed man now, and if you'll just let me, I'm sure I can—
Maribelle: Oh, enough. If I want a dog and pony show, I shall attend a carnival.
Gaius: No tricks, Twinkles. I speak from the heart on this one.
Maribelle: The blackened heart of a brigand is hardly worth listening to!

B Support

Gaius: Thanks for the help, Twinkles. You saved my bacon out there.
Maribelle: It's my job to heal stricken comrades. ...Even you.
Gaius: Yeah, but I'm the guy who brought false charges against your father. No one would have said boo if you let me just bleed to death.
Maribelle: I needed you alive, unfortunately. There is something I must ask you.
Gaius: I'll answer if I can.
Maribelle: I was rereading transcripts of my father's trial, and something struck me as...strange. Tell me, and speak the truth: Where exactly did you first hear my father's name?
Gaius: Well, er...
Maribelle: My father is a rich and powerful man, but rather unknown outside the nobility. Which begs the question... Why did you choose to accuse him? How did you even know to do so? I can think of only one reason, but I would hear it from your lips... Did someone threaten you, Gaius? Did they force you to name my father?
Gaius: They said... They said I had to do it or else they were going to...
Maribelle: Kill you?
Gaius: No, Twinkles. Not me.
Maribelle: Then who? Who was threatened?
Gaius: Look, it doesn't matter now. Bloke told me to name your father and I did. End of story.
Maribelle: And who was this scoundrel who had such a terrifying hold over you?
Gaius: You're not going to let this go, are you? All right, I suppose I should start at the beginning...

A Support

Maribelle: I am in your debt, Gaius.
Gaius: You are?
Maribelle: Yes. I wrote down everything you told me and sent it to my father. Now he will be able to turn the tables on the dastards who plotted against him.
Gaius: Well, I... I hope it works out for him.
Maribelle: If it does, it will be thanks to your willingness to tell the truth. So again, thank you.
Gaius: Don't thank me, Twinkles. I don't deserve it. It was a cowardly thing I did, and a day doesn't go by that I haven't regretted it. I even sent a letter after the trial, but too little, too late, I reckon.
Maribelle: Wait, that was you?! That letter rescued my father from the headsman's axe!
Gaius: I'm pleased to hear it. But I should have done more.
Maribelle: Gaius, you saved my father's life! Admittedly, your actions put him in danger in the first place... But still! You wrote that letter knowing the schemers would try to hunt you down!
Gaius: That wasn't a worry. I'm pretty good at running away from things.
Maribelle: I've been very unfair toward you, Gaius. I spoke before I knew all the facts.
Gaius: Hey, I'm the one who broke into your royal treasury. ...Twice.
Maribelle: Thief you may be, but you are more honest than half the so-called nobles I know. But, there is still one thing you haven't told me... When the plotters secured your testimony, who did they threaten? It must be someone important to you.
Gaius: Nope. I'd never met her. Never even saw her, in fact. All I knew is that she was a young girl who didn't deserve to die. Even if it meant sending her father off the swing.
Maribelle: W-wait. Those blackguard nobles threatened to kill ME?!
Gaius: Yep.
Maribelle: You testified against Father to save my life...
Gaius: Seemed the best option of a bad lot at the time. And now that I know you, I'd make the same decision a dozen times over.

S Support

Maribelle: Why, Gaius. I couldn't help but notice you were fighting alongside me again.
Gaius: Sorry, Maribelle. Just let me know if I ever get in the way.
Maribelle: Not at all. I was grateful for your help. ...And you DID look rather gallant. But Gaius, you mustn't keep trying to atone for the past. All has been forgiven.
Gaius: I appreciate you saying that. But I'd like to keep protecting you as best I can. I saved your life once, and... I don't know. I guess that kind of thing grows on a man.
Maribelle: Then I hope you never leave my side. I say that as a soldier...and a woman.
Gaius: Crivens. Th-that's mighty kind of you to say, but...
Maribelle: Tell me, Gaius. Do you feel the same way? ...About me, I mean.
Gaius: Actually, I've been having the same thoughts. I even went ahead and made this ring. I don't wanna seem forward or nothing, but since we're talking and all, I thought—
Maribelle: Oh, Gaius. I accept!

With Gregor

C Support

Maribelle: Hold, you overgrown lummox! I would have a word with you.
Gregor: Creasing the forehead and squinting eyes is wasting such beautiful face.
Maribelle: Beautiful? Why, goodness me... Argh! Do not try to change the subject, you silver-tongued weasel! I've a most serious matter to discuss with you.
Gregor: Gregor is listening.
Maribelle: You took a loaf of bread from the pantry again, didn't you?
Gregor: Yes. Food portions Gregor receives is not enough to maintain mighty physique. If Gregor is fainting from hunger, Shepherd ladies will be plunging into despair, no?
Maribelle: Good heavens, but you are a self-deluded nitwit.
Gregor: Is true! Is happening all the time.
Maribelle: Are all lowborn sellswords truly this inane, or is it just you?
Gregor: Eh? Gregor is not catching that last part. You must say again.
Maribelle: Listen to me, fool. the Shepherds have strict rules about such things. Food is rationed for a reason. You can't just go willy-nilly breaking... Sir! *ahem* ...Are you even listening to me?!
Gregor: Of course! Gregor is hearing pretty lady! Do not be rule breaking near Willy, yes?
Maribelle: A lack of discipline leads to disorder, and disorder leads to wickedness. Innocuous though they may seem your acts could cause the ruin of our whole army.
Gregor: But Gregor is only taking tiny loaf of bread...
Maribelle: You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? One small crack is all it takes to bring down the dam that holds back chaos.
Gregor: Gregor is thinking Maribelle is carried away with this vivid imaginings.
Maribelle: I am a woman of fair mind and breeding. I believe in what is right and proper. And I will not abide rogues who flaunt the rules that make us strong.
Gregor: Enough! Gregor is making many apologies for bread, yes? From now on Gregor obey all rules and be model of good behavior.
Maribelle: Then we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good day.
Gregor: She is pretty like rose, but her tongue is sharp like thorn...

B Support

Maribelle: Gregor! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?
Gregor: Gregor was making with the killing. Why? Is problem with that, too?
Maribelle: You charged ahead without waiting for you allies.
Gregor: But we are achieving great victory, yes? So all is being well if ends okay.
Maribelle: If everyone thought the same, where would this army be? Discipline would collapse, and we'd be nothing but a disorganized mob.
Gregor: But Gregor did charging ahead for sake of noble Maribelle.
Maribelle: Er, you did?
Gregor: Gregor spies foes hidden in thicket, yes? They wait to ambush most beautiful fighter. So Gregor gallantly leaps into fray to be defending the Lady Maribelle.
Maribelle: Well, that...certainly goes a along way towards explaining your actions. When you saw me exposed to mortal threat, you had no choice but to hurl yourself—
Gregor: Oh no! Gregor is doing the same for any pretty girl. Not just Maribelle.
Maribelle: Ah. *ahem* Y-yes, of course. I knew that. In any case, I forgive you. However, we still have rules, and they must not be broken for any reason.
Gregor: Gregor is understanding! ...Actually, no. Gregor is very much confused.

A Support

Gregor: Oy, Maribelle? Helloooooo? Where are you?
Maribelle: *Sigh* Oh, Gregor...
Gregor: What is matter with Maribelle? Is like heavy weight being placed on shoulders.
Maribelle: And tell me, how do I normally look?
Gregor: Beautiful, like flower in sunshine. So beautiful that gods weep from jealousy and despair!
Maribelle: Oh...
Gregor: What is wrong, Maribelle? You tell Gregor.
Maribelle: I'm upset about the last battle, all right. You had to come to my rescue. Again!
Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is most gallant, no?
Maribelle: This simply will not do!
Gregor: No?
Maribelle: Even if I wanted to be rescue you, which, to be honest, was the case—
Gregor: Oh ho!
Maribelle: I cannot allow myself to rely on someone who continuously breaks our army's rules. It must not and will not happen henceforth!
Gregor: Er, yes. About that. Gregor is sorry he is stealing many pies from kitchen. ...And that he takes lock of Chrom's hair to sell to local gossip leaflet.
Maribelle: *Sigh*
Gregor: Do not sigh! Gregor is actually much better than before, yes? Is because Maribelle is scolding Gregor so much that he tries harder to follow rules. Is making Gregor better soldiers and allows him to be helping comrades, no? He is just not perfect yet. These things, they take time.
Maribelle: So it's thanks to my efforts that you're able to lend me aid?
Gregor: Yes, you are understanding Gregor!
Maribelle: Well, I suppose that makes sense. All right, then. I'll continue to allow you to aid me on the battlefield. And you will continue to work on obeying the rules. Are we agreed?
Gregor: Muchly in the agreeing!

S Support

Gregor: Hmmm...
Maribelle: Oh, gracious me! It's a miracle!
Gregor: What is miracle?
Maribelle: You are! Lest I'm mistaken, you appear to be thinking! And intently at that. What terrible aberration of nature has allowed for such a freak phenomenon?
Gregor: Is true. Gregor is having very serious thoughts. Before world sees ending, Gregor wants to give this present to Maribelle.
Maribelle: What in the world is it... A ring?
Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry Maribelle. Today, Gregor makes solemn promise: Maribelle will not regret a life with Gregor!
Maribelle: ...Is this another one of your frivolous impulses?
Gregor: Gregor is never more serious in whole life.
Maribelle: Well, you obviously went through a lot of trouble to procure such an... *ahem* ornate ring.
Gregor: You like ring, yes?
Maribelle: ...I think it's dreadful.
Gregor: Oy...
Maribelle: However, I am delighted by your proposal! It would be my great honor—and yours! Perhaps if we marry I will be able to teach you about good taste... As well as how to follow the rules!
Gregor: First rule Gregor must follow: he must do happy dance with new bride-to-be!

With Libra

C Support

Maribelle: Good day, sir. Here to offer up a prayer?
Libra: Indeed. And yourself?
Maribelle: I make it a part of each morning.
Libra: A commendable endeavor. Might I join you?
Maribelle: But of course.
Libra: Come to think of it, I fear I haven't yet properly thanked you.
Maribelle: Oh? Whatever for?
Libra: Forgotten, have you? It was an all-too-common happening for me, I'm afraid. I was approached by a pack of drunkards who had taken me for a woman. I suspect they still feel the sting of the tongue-lashing you gave them now. Not to further endanger my masculinity, but you were my knight in shining armor.
Maribelle: Ahh, yes. I recall it now. I was given quite the dressing-down myself back at camp! A number of others thought it rash of me.
Libra: Well I, for one, am a grateful recipient of your just and decisive valor. You have my thanks.
Maribelle: I acted mostly to quell my own indignation at those boors, I assure you. But if I was of some small service to you as well, so much the better. Your words help bolster the strength of my convictions.
Libra: Then you are most welcome!

With Olivia

C Support

Olivia: ONE and TWO and THREE... One more pirouette aaaaaand... Hold for applause! Yay, Olivia! Woooo! Standing ovation! Olivia's the best! Mary me, Olivia!
Maribelle: You dance rather well.
Olivia: Eeeek! Maribelle! How long have you been standing there?!
Maribelle: From the beginning, darling. I didn't mean to spy, but your dance was so wonderful! I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt.
Olivia: Oh, er, gosh. Thanks, I mean. I'm still working on the rough bits, so... Oh, gods, this is SO embarrassing.
Maribelle: Ha! Save the false modesty for your social betters, my dear. A working-class girl like you needs confidence above all else.
Olivia: Er, right... Okay. Thanks, I think?
Maribelle: Good heavens. Are all lowborn folk this skeptical? How can you be so bold one minute and such a quivering mess the next?
Olivia: Wh-what do you mean?
Maribelle: When you dance, you're so...daring! You stand tall and proud, completely unafraid to meet the watcher's eye. You exhibit great strength and dignity.
Olivia: Oh...b-b-but... Argh, stop it! This is so embarrassing!
Maribelle: And yet when you stop, you become this jabbering, bashful mess of insecurities. I want to see more of Olivia the Bold and less of Olivia the Mouse! Got it?!
Olivia: Oh, er. Yes, I'm sure you're right... I guess. But—
Maribelle: Ugh. Very well. If you won't do it yourself, I'll just have to aid you. You'll grow a backbone if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming!
Olivia: B-backbone?
Maribelle: Pluck! Grit! Dignity! Resolve! Pick any noun you like! Hmm... I'll have to think about the best way to whip you into shape. This may take a bit. I'll let you know when the first lesson is ready.
(Maribelle leaves)
Olivia: I don't like the sound of this...

B Support

Maribelle: Olivia!
Olivia: Eeeeek! M-Maribelle?!
Maribelle: Heavens! You're as twitchy as a single count in a room full of unwed dowagers.
Olivia: Oh, I know. I'm sorry...
Maribelle: Well, I suppose it's partly my fault. I do walk with dainty, stealthy steps. But never mind that. On to business! Your first lesson is about to begin.
Olivia: Oh, already? That was quick. So, er, what do I have to do?
Maribelle: I want you to initiate a conversation with a gentleman.
Olivia: Pfft! Is that all? That'll be easy! I talk to my fellow soldiers all the ti—
Maribelle: I said a gentleman! Not some knuckle-dragging oaf from the sticks! I want you to go to town, approach the first NOBLE you see, and make his acquaintance.
Olivia: Huh?! N-no way! I can't talk to a stranger!
Maribelle: What you think you can or can't do is irrelevant. You simply must do it. I know it seems like I'm pushing you into the deep end, but it's a proven method. It's called shock therapy, and it's the latest thing in all the finest courts.
Olivia: B-b-b-but...
Maribelle: Oh, stop with the pathetic stuttering! Look, this is no picnic for me, either. I did a lot of research for your sake. Are you going to waste all my efforts? You DO want a backbone, don't you?
Olivia: W-well, I guess it wouldn't be so bad...if you came with me?
Maribelle: Darling, of course I shall accompany you! How else will I know if the deed is done? And this being your first time, a little moral support might be beneficial. So! As soon as you are ready, we shall set out for town.
Olivia: I c-can't believe she's making me do this...*gulp*

A Support

Maribelle: Well, it seems you made friends with a gentleman.
Olivia: Yes, and he bought us all that tea! Plus those diamond-tipped canes. I don't know. I felt a bit guilty.
Maribelle: Tsk! Such things are a small price to pay for the company of two charming beauties!
Olivia: But boy, Chrom sure was angry when he found out, wasn't he? He said the Shepherds shouldn't be picking up strangers all over town.
Maribelle: I TOLD him we could handle any scallywags that came along, but he wouldn't listen. He said the sight of Shepherds brawling in the streets would hurt his cause. As if I'd gouge out someone's eyes like a common gutter rat! Honestly... Oh, well. I'm sorry, Olivia. Perhaps this was a fool's errand after all.
Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! Don't apologize! You were only trying to help.
Maribelle: Actually, there's one other thing I should apologize for.
Olivia: Oh?
Maribelle: Remember the shock therapy idea? The one that led to all this? Well, apparently this is an exercise meant for...gentlemen only.
Olivia: So all those lines you made me say were...
Maribelle: Completely inappropriate for women of our station, yes. ...Especially the wolf whistles. ...And the bit about his legs "going all the way up."
Olivia: ...... Heh. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!
Maribelle: What's so funny?
Olivia: It's just that we were SO serious! We spent all that time memorizing lines! And it was completely inappropriate! Ha ha ha! How embarrassing...
Maribelle: It WAS rather embarrassing, wasn't it?
Olivia: Well, your methods were wrong, but your lesson still worked. Plus now I have this really nice cane! Say, maybe we should sneak into town and meet another noble! Chrom won't have to—
Maribelle: Olivia!
Olivia: Hee hee! Besides, I'd rather hang out with you than some stuffy noble gentleman. So then, would YOU care to join me for tea, O fairest of nobles? Methinks heaven should count it's angels, for there is one standing in front of me! Those pantaloons must be made of mirrors, for I can see myse—
Maribelle: ...That's enough, Olivia. It's time you started forgetting those lines. ...... Still, I DO enjoy tea. And it would be churlish of me to refuse your invitation. Yes, then. Let us enjoy a cup of tea as newfound friends!

With Henry

C Support

Maribelle: I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all get darker before we finally spy the dawn. And yet, look at this flower still finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower you are. Stay strong now, little one.
(Henry appears)
Henry: Hi there, Maribelle! You all right?
Maribelle: ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?
Henry: Oh, I dunno! Since before you launched into that soliloquy, anyway.
Maribelle:: Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less! Were you birthed in a barn?
Henry: Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the flower.
Maribelle: I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the... That is to say... Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social betters.
Henry: Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. ...Hmm? What's that, flower? *mumble, mumble* ... Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.
Maribelle: What in the WORLD are you doing?
Henry: Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.
Maribelle: I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness for my sake.
Henry: I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh... Maaaggots...
Maribelle: That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.

B Support

Henry: Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favorite canary.
Maribelle: *Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has withered and died.
Henry: Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?
Maribelle: Henry, can you still...talk to her?
Henry: Nope! Only living stuff.
Maribelle: Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom again... It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such could be my fate.
Henry: Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die... That's just how the world works.
Maribelle: Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour? Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter terror!
Henry: Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?
Maribelle: Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.
Henry: See, now that I can understand. But get this—I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just...poof. Off ya go!
Maribelle: I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?
Henry: Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!
Maribelle: I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.

A Support

Maribelle: Henry, do you have a moment? I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed something...odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a smile on your face.
Henry: Yep! I love fighting! Pshew Pshew!
Maribelle: But as a mage, you go into battle with little armor and are often the first one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eye blink, and yet still you smile!
Henry: It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.
Maribelle: Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.
Henry: Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.
Maribelle: Animals...
Henry: But I'll tell you one thing-there's no reason to be sad about death. Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later-it's a matter of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.
Maribelle: You think so?
Henry: ...Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats, I'm gonna have to kill them all over again!

S Support

Maribelle: Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?
Henry: Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And believe me, I always look reeeally closely.
Maribelle: That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.
Henry: Why the sudden concern?
Maribelle: Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well, I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! I fear you may throw your life away on some rash act and that I might...lose you.
Henry: It's a definite possibility! We're fighting a war, after all.
Maribelle: Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you because—
Henry: Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without pain?
Maribelle: No! It's not about that! I mean. yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's not the reason.
Henry: Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish my toenail collection?
Maribelle: It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!
Henry: Huh?!
Maribelle: Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?
Henry: Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed, Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.
Maribelle: Oh, Henry. Is this true?
Henry: Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. ...Blood-red shining armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together. Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay! ...Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.
Maribelle: The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.

With Lucina (Daughter)

With Brady (Son)

C Support

Maribelle: Now, repeat after me: "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: .......
Maribelle: Did you hear me? "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: ...The name's Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Maribelle: My name IS," Brady. Not "The name's." Now, "My mother's name is Maribelle." ...Go ahead, darling. Try it.
Brady: My ma... Er, my mother... Aw, nuts, Ma! Yer crazy if you think I'm puttin' up with this crap!
Maribelle: Don't you dare walk out on me, young man!
Brady: Ma, we're at war here. Ya know? With killin' and all that malarkey? If you wanna teach me something teach me some tricks with a staff.
Maribelle: I'll teach nothing of the sort to a boor who scoffs at the value of proper language!
Brady: Why not?
Maribelle: A person's words reflect their character.
Brady: So anyone who speaks a little rough is some kinda knuckle dragger? Ain't that a little simplistic?
Maribelle: Unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes across to others. It demonstrates a lack of respect and is ample cause to judge someone.
Brady: Why ya always gotta be so hardheaded about everything?
Maribelle: Better a hard head than a brain made of mush! I'd sooner choose my words carefully than speak rashly and regret it.
Brady: Sounds like somebody screwed up in the past, yeah? Who'd ya piss off?
Maribelle: Really, must your EVERY phrase be vulgar? It should be "WHOM did you piss off," Brady. ...Go on, repeat it for yourself.
Brady: Uh, something tells me that still ain't entirely proper speech...

B Support

Brady: Huh... Never knew that...
Maribelle: Good day, Brady. What are you reading?
Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma.
Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious!
Brady: What! No! I don't even know what that word means!
Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A Beginner's Guide"?
Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all pretty.
Maribelle: Brady, you...
Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case!
Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for children seven years or younger...
Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough!
Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim...
Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always harpin' on the basics!
Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your Friend, the Noun!" ...This is honestly where you're starting?
Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this! I talk just fine anyway, yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split!
Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer that poor boy?

A Support

Brady: Indeed, I discussed the matter a fortnight past with Avatar. Was I remiss in notifying you?
Maribelle: Brady?! The voice is yours, but the words...
Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday evening.
Maribelle: Yes, I heard from many people. ...Frankly, the entire camp is terrified.
Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow for... *Gaaaaaasp*
Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!
Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I seriously thought I might pass out.
Maribelle: .......
Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be overcome? ...From lack of respiration?
Maribelle: Nice try, darling.
Brady: Aw, horse apples! Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit in my mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.
Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the effort. But it's time I stopped foisting my ideals on other people. You can think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.
Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. What's with the sudden about-face?
Maribelle: That's just it: YOUR sudden about-face creeped ME out.
Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?
Maribelle: Hmm, did I?
Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk 'cause ya kept tellin' me to.
Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.
Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!
Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-Bear.
Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!

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 ===With [[Olivia]]===
+====C Support====
+*'''Olivia: '''ONE and TWO and THREE... One more pirouette aaaaaand... Hold for applause! Yay, Olivia! Woooo! Standing ovation! Olivia's the best! Mary me, Olivia!
+*'''Maribelle:''' You dance rather well.
+*'''Olivia:''' Eeeek! Maribelle! How long have you been standing there?!
+*'''Maribelle:''' From the beginning, darling. I didn't mean to spy, but your dance was so wonderful! I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh, er, gosh. Thanks, I mean. I'm still working on the rough bits, so... Oh, gods, this is SO embarrassing.
+*'''Maribelle:''' Ha! Save the false modesty for your social betters, my dear. A working-class girl like you needs confidence above all else.
+*'''Olivia:''' Er, right... Okay. Thanks, I think?
+*'''Maribelle:''' Good heavens. Are all lowborn folk this skeptical? How can you be so bold one minute and such a quivering mess the next?
+*'''Olivia:''' Wh-what do you mean?
+*'''Maribelle:''' When you dance, you're so...daring! You stand tall and proud, completely unafraid to meet the watcher's eye. You exhibit great strength and dignity.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh...b-b-but... Argh, stop it! This is so embarrassing!
+*'''Maribelle:''' And yet when you stop, you become this jabbering, bashful mess of insecurities. I want to see more of Olivia the Bold and less of Olivia the Mouse! Got it?!
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh, er. Yes, I'm sure you're right... I guess. But—
+*'''Maribelle:''' Ugh. Very well. If you won't do it yourself, I'll just have to aid you. You'll grow a backbone if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming!
+*'''Olivia:''' B-backbone?
+*'''Maribelle:''' Pluck! Grit! Dignity! Resolve! Pick any noun you like! Hmm... I'll have to think about the best way to whip you into shape. This may take a bit. I'll let you know when the first lesson is ready.
+*''(Maribelle leaves)''
+*'''Olivia:''' I don't like the sound of this...
+====B Support====
+*'''Maribelle:''' Olivia!
+*'''Olivia:''' Eeeeek! M-Maribelle?!
+*'''Maribelle:''' Heavens! You're as twitchy as a single count in a room full of unwed dowagers.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh, I know. I'm sorry...
+*'''Maribelle:''' Well, I suppose it's partly my fault. I do walk with dainty, stealthy steps. But never mind that. On to business! Your first lesson is about to begin.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh, already? That was quick. So, er, what do I have to do?
+*'''Maribelle:''' I want you to initiate a conversation with a gentleman.
+*'''Olivia:''' Pfft! Is that all? That'll be easy! I talk to my fellow soldiers all the ti—
+*'''Maribelle:''' I said a gentleman! Not some knuckle-dragging oaf from the sticks! I want you to go to town, approach the first NOBLE you see, and make his acquaintance.
+*'''Olivia:''' Huh?! N-no way! I can't talk to a stranger!
+*'''Maribelle:''' What you think you can or can't do is irrelevant. You simply must do it. I know it seems like I'm pushing you into the deep end, but it's a proven method. It's called shock therapy, and it's the latest thing in all the finest courts.
+*'''Olivia:''' B-b-b-but...
+*'''Maribelle:''' Oh, stop with the pathetic stuttering! Look, this is no picnic for me, either. I did a lot of research for your sake. Are you going to waste all my efforts? You DO want a backbone, don't you?
+*'''Olivia:''' W-well, I guess it wouldn't be so bad...if you came with me?
+*'''Maribelle:''' Darling, of course I shall accompany you! How else will I know if the deed is done? And this being your first time, a little moral support might be beneficial. So! As soon as you are ready, we shall set out for town.
+*'''Olivia:''' I c-can't believe she's making me do this...*gulp*
+====A Support====
+*'''Maribelle: '''Well, it seems you made friends with a gentleman.
+*'''Olivia:''' Yes, and he bought us all that tea! Plus those diamond-tipped canes. I don't know. I felt a bit guilty.
+*'''Maribelle:''' Tsk! Such things are a small price to pay for the company of two charming beauties!
+*'''Olivia:''' But boy, Chrom sure was angry when he found out, wasn't he? He said the Shepherds shouldn't be picking up strangers all over town.
+*'''Maribelle:''' I TOLD him we could handle any scallywags that came along, but he wouldn't listen. He said the sight of Shepherds brawling in the streets would hurt his cause. As if I'd gouge out someone's eyes like a common gutter rat! Honestly... Oh, well. I'm sorry, Olivia. Perhaps this was a fool's errand after all.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh, gosh, no! Don't apologize! You were only trying to help.
+*'''Maribelle:''' Actually, there's one other thing I should apologize for.
+*'''Olivia:''' Oh?
+*'''Maribelle:''' Remember the shock therapy idea? The one that led to all this? Well, apparently this is an exercise meant for...gentlemen only.
+*'''Olivia:''' So all those lines you made me say were...
+*'''Maribelle:''' Completely inappropriate for women of our station, yes. ...Especially the wolf whistles. ...And the bit about his legs "going all the way up."
+*'''Olivia:''' ...... Heh. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!
+*'''Maribelle:''' What's so funny?
+*'''Olivia:''' It's just that we were SO serious! We spent all that time memorizing lines! And it was completely inappropriate! Ha ha ha! How embarrassing...
+*'''Maribelle:''' It WAS rather embarrassing, wasn't it?
+*'''Olivia:''' Well, your methods were wrong, but your lesson still worked. Plus now I have this really nice cane! Say, maybe we should sneak into town and meet another noble! Chrom won't have to—
+*'''Maribelle:''' Olivia!
+*'''Olivia:''' Hee hee!  Besides, I'd rather hang out with you than some stuffy noble gentleman. So then, would YOU care to join me for tea, O fairest of nobles? Methinks heaven should count it's angels, for there is one standing in front of me! Those pantaloons must be made of mirrors, for I can see myse—
+*'''Maribelle:''' ...That's enough, Olivia. It's time you started forgetting those lines. ...... Still, I DO enjoy tea. And it would be churlish of me to refuse your invitation. Yes, then. Let us enjoy a cup of tea as newfound friends!
 ===With [[Henry]]===

Changes: Maribelle/Supports

Revision as of 20:16, 13 June 2013

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With Lissa

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With Frederick

With Virion

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With Stahl

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With Vaike

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With Donnel

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With Lon'qu

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With Ricken

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With Gaius

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With Gregor

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With Libra

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With Olivia

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With Henry

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With Lucina (Daughter)

With Brady (Son)

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With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)