Changes: Olivia/Supports

Revision as of 18:05, 3 June 2013

With Chrom

C Support

Chrom: Hey, Olivia. What are you doing here all by yourself?
Olivia: Oh! Milord! C-Chrom! Sir! Sir Milord! ...Hello! Er, I l-like to come here for peace and quiet. ...To relax.
Chrom: Then I'm intruding. I'll leave you to your—
Olivia: NO! Er, I mean, it's all right. I don't mind. Really.
Chrom: Well, if you're sure you don't mind...
Olivia: ......
Chrom: ......
Olivia: ......
Chrom: ...... Heh, not very talkative, are you? That's all right. I was never much one for—
Olivia: Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!
Chrom: Er, Olivia? ...Gods, I'm supposed to be the leader of Ylisse and commander of the army. If I can't even talk to my soldiers properly, how am I going to rule my subjects? Or inspire people? Or forge alliances with other nations? But every time I try to talk to Olivia, it ends in this awkward silence... Well, no more. I'll find a way to break through if it kills me!

B Support

Chrom: Ah, there's Olivia now... ...Right! Today I shall be charming and witty, and we will talk of this and that. I'll make her forget her painful shyness as we quickly become fast friends. Maybe a joke would lighten things up. Friendly ribbing always puts me at ease... Ha ha! Why, if it isn't Olivia! Ha ha! Here by yourself again?
Olivia: EEK! Oh, milord! I mean, Chrom! Sir! I was just...practicing my dancing. ...Since I'm useless at fighting. I mean, it's what I do, you know? Dancing, that is. Not fighting. ...Yes. Well. Anyway.
Chrom: Ha ha! Oh, Olivia, what a wit you are! But you mustn't sell yourself short. If you were a poor dancer, I'd just kick you out of the Shepherds!
Olivia: Wait, what?! Oh my gosh, I'm so... I mean, I'll do my best! Please... I don't...
Chrom: N-no! That was a joke! Just...joking! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! ...Ha? See, if you were ACTUALLY bad, I wouldn't joke about it. ...Right? Look, Olivia, we all think you're an excellent dancer. Honest. So please—there's no need to be so self-effacing all the time. All right?
Olivia: Y-you are very kind. But I'm so clumsy, and there's still much that I have to learn.
Chrom: You're doing it again.
Olivia: Oh! *gulp* S-sorry! I forgot—
Chrom: I do think it's great that you want to better yourself, though. I could take a page or two from your book when it comes to practicing swordplay!
Olivia: Oh, Chrom! Please! You're embarrassing me!
Chrom: But, I didn't mean to...
Olivia: Um...
Chrom: Er, Olivia? Is something wrong? You're...staring at me...
Olivia: I am?! Ah, SORRY! I mean... Um... I think I left the campfire burning! Gotta go!
Chrom: No, wait! Olivia! ...That girl is a puzzle. Still, we actually exchanged a few words today. I suppose that's progress.

A Support

Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia.
Olivia: Eeek! Chrom!
Chrom: Practicing again?
Olivia: I was just finishing, actually.
Chrom: Oh? I was hoping that you might show me what you've been working on.
Olivia: Y-you mean dance...in front of you? Ah ha ha! Hee hee! Hoooooo... N-no. I couldn't possibly.
Chrom: But on the battlefield, you never hesitate to dance when called upon.
Olivia: Yes, but...well, that's...different. The setting... The atmosphere... There's no time to think about it, or worry about it... I just...do it.
Chrom: It amazes me that someone so shy could be such an amazing performer. Your dances are really quite wonderful. I don't know how you can't see it.
Olivia: Lord Basilio told me much the same thing. ...Albeit with different words. Something about charming the butt off a butterfly, I think?
Chrom: Ha! That sounds like Basilio, all right. You and he go back a long way, right? How did you first meet?
Olivia: ...I owe him my honor and my freedom. Once, when I was with a traveling theater group, I caught the eye of a corrupt noble. He would have stolen me and forced me into marriage if not for Khan Basilio.
Chrom: Hah, and here I thought Basilio more likely to carry you off himself!
Olivia: Oh no, you have Basilio all wrong... He's not like that. Not really. He told me a khan doesn't need such tricks to find himself a partner. ...Actually he was much cruder about it, but you get the idea.
Chrom: Let me guess: it was something about his "big brown arse"?
Olivia: Hee hee! I guess you DO know Basilio pretty well after all!
Chrom: Hey, look at that!
Olivia: What?! D-did I say something wrong? I did, didn't I?!
Chrom: No, I just... I don't think I'd ever heard you laugh before. At least not in a nervous way.
Olivia: Oh, geez. Did I really laugh?
Chrom: Yes. ...It was actually quite lovely.
Olivia: Oh, Chrom, you mustn't say that! Gods, I wish the ground would swallow me up right now!
Chrom: Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But I enjoyed seeing you today. I feel like we're finally getting to know each other... I look forward to our next conversation.
Olivia: Oh, yes! Absolutely! Me, too! I can't believe Chrom and I can actually talk to each other like normal people! Gosh, I was SO terrified of him at first. But he's actually quite charming once you get to know him...

S Support

With Male Avatar

C Support

Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to go, though.
Avatar: What are you doing, Olivia?
Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!
Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Avatar. I just didn't see you there.
Avatar: Um, so if you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag there?
Olivia: Hm? Bag? What bag? Ooooooh, THIS bag! Er, it's nothing really. Just a few coins...
Avatar: Keeping a secret stash, are you?
Olivia: It's money I've been saving out of my wages, I'll have you know! Sheesh. "Secret stash" indeed. You make it sound so sinister.
Avatar: I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to imply anything untoward. I'm just impressed is all. It takes real dedication to save on a soldier's pay.
Olivia: Oh! Thank you, Avatar. Such praise means quite a lot coming from you...
Avatar: It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec—
Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duty tonight. You know what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!
Avatar: Is that what they say? I had no idea. ...Ah! Olivia, wait! You dropped your secret stash!
Olivia: Will you PLEASE stop calling it that?! You make it sound like I stole it or something. People will get suspicious!
Avatar: Well, whatever you want to call it, you're losing it as we speak! Look at all the coins rolling down the hill!
Olivia: ARRRGH! Why do coins have to be so darn round!

B Support

Avatar: So, Olivia. How goes the saving?
Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good mahn! Now be a dear and fetch me some cav-iah?
Avatar: Um, are you all right?
Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so I'm practicing.
Avatar: Oh. I thought maybe a bee had stung your tongue...
Olivia: I did NOT sound like that! ...Or did I? Oh, gods, I DID! This stupid book is useless. Do you realize I've been talking like that all day? Gods, how embarrassing!
Avatar: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that. Just unexpected is all. I'm sure if you keep practicing you'll get the hang of it.
Olivia: You really think so?!
Avatar: Er...sure. But listen, I wanted to ask something: What are you saving up for?
Olivia: You mean my big bag of loot? ...I want to build a theater.
Avatar: A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and everything?
Olivia: YES! And fly lofts and trapdoors and a huge proscenium arch! A place where people of all walks of life can experience the wonder of dance.
Avatar: When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?
Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I—
Avatar: Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!
Olivia: Why, thank you, Avatar. How kind of you!
Avatar: But building a theater is quite an undertaking. It'd cost a fair bit of coin.
Olivia: I know, I know. I suppose it's all a bit of a pipe dream...
Avatar: Say, I have an idea. Why don't we join forces and construct it ourselves?
Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! I don't even know which way to point a hammer.
Avatar: Well, I might not look it, but I know a thing or two about carpentry. Come on, it'll be fun!
Olivia: Okaaay, but...you really think we can pull this off ourselves?

A Support

Avatar: ...Phew! Finished at last!
Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.
Avatar: What do you think? Do you like it?
Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*
Avatar: Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.
Olivia: ...There's just that one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.
Avatar: ...Ah.
Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the palm of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
Avatar: Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!
Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!
Avatar: Heh, I know. In any case, as small as it is, it's still a theater that WE built. Now that we know how it's done, it should be a simple matter to scale everything up.
Olivia: You think so?
Avatar: Absolutely! Always have a plan, I say.
Olivia: Well, if you think so, then I believe it! Besides, working with you is so much fun, it hardly feels like work at all. So, only...what? A few more decades? And we'll build a fabulous, human-size theater! ...Hmm. You sure it wouldn't just be easier to save up my money?
Avatar: Now, now! You promised not to talk about that again, remember?
Olivia: Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I have a new, special dance I made to celebrate our new performance space! Would you... Um, would you like to see it? I mean, if you're busy, that's fine...
Avatar: I can always make the time to watch one of your dances!
Olivia: Hee hee! Okay, I might be a bit rusty, but I'll do my best. I've been saving this for when the new theater was ready...
Avatar: Ah, this IS fun, isn't it? The only thing better than having a dream, is making it come true with a friend!
Olivia: Thanks, Avatar. I couldn't do it without you.

S Support

Olivia: *Siiiiiigh*
Avatar: What's the matter, Olivia? That's your third sigh in as many minutes.
Olivia: I've had a lot of expenses recently... I haven't saved so much as a copper. At this rate, I'll be a wizened old granny by the time my theater is built. I think it's about time I gave up this silly dream...
Avatar: You can't! You've already rehearsed your opening-night performance!
Olivia: I'm sorry to let you down, Avatar. I appreciate all the help. Really, I do.
Avatar: Oh no, you aren't getting rid of me that easily! If we work together, we can make this dream come true.
Olivia: I don't know... Maybe it's all too much... I don't want our friendship to suffer over my silly little theater.
Avatar: ...What if we weren't friends?
Olivia: What?! But...
Avatar: What I mean is...what if we pursued your dream...as husband and wife?
Olivia: Avatar?!
Avatar: Olivia, what I want to say is...I love you. ...Will you marry me?
Olivia: Oh! You even brought a ring and...*sniff* Oh, Avatar. I don't care if I get that theater or not... So long as I'm with you.
Avatar: But I care! Now put that ring on and grab a hammer!
Olivia: Hee hee! Maybe we can use the theater for our reception.
Avatar: Heh ha, what a great idea! We'll have a cake, and music, and dancing into the night!
Olivia: Oh! And those little bears that balance on wheels! Let's get them, too! Guess I better start saving again!
Olivia: I've been in love with you forever. I only wish I had the courage to tell you sooner.

With Female Avatar

C Support

Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to go, though.
Avatar: What are you doing, Olivia?
Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!
Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Avatar. I just didn't see you there.
Avatar: Um, so if you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag there?
Olivia: Hm? Bag? What bag? Ooooooh, THIS bag! Er, it's nothing really. Just a few coins...
Avatar: Keeping a secret stash, are you?
Olivia: It's money I've been saving out of my wages, I'll have you know! Sheesh. "Secret stash" indeed. You make it sound so sinister.
Avatar: I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to imply anything untoward. I'm just impressed is all. It takes real dedication to save on a soldier's pay.
Olivia: Oh! Thank you, Avatar. Such praise means quite a lot coming from you...
Avatar: It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec—
Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duty tonight. You know what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!
Avatar: Is that what they say? I had no idea. ...Ah! Olivia, wait! You dropped your secret stash!
Olivia: Will you PLEASE stop calling it that?! You make it sound like I stole it or something. People will get suspicious!
Avatar: Well, whatever you want to call it, you're losing it as we speak! Look at all the coins rolling down the hill!
Olivia: ARRRGH! Why do coins have to be so darn round!

B Support

Avatar: So, Olivia. How goes the saving?
Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good lay-dee! Now be a dear and fetch me some cav-iah?
Avatar: Um, are you all right?
Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so I'm practicing.
Avatar: Oh. I thought maybe a bee had stung your tongue...
Olivia: I did NOT sound like that! ...Or did I? Oh, gods, I DID! This stupid book is useless. Do you realize I've been talking like that all day? Gods, how embarrassing!
Avatar: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that. Just unexpected is all. I'm sure if you keep practicing you'll get the hang of it.
Olivia: You really think so?!
Avatar: Er...sure. But listen, I wanted to ask something: What are you saving up for?
Olivia: You mean my big bag of loot? ...I want to build a theater.
Avatar: A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and everything?
Olivia: YES! And fly lofts and trapdoors and a huge proscenium arch! A place where people of all walks of life can experience the wonder of dance.
Avatar: When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?
Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I—
Avatar: Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!
Olivia: Why, thank you, Avatar. How kind of you!
Avatar: But building a theater is quite an undertaking. It'd cost a fair bit of coin.
Olivia: I know, I know. I suppose it's all a bit of a pipe dream...
Avatar: Say, I have an idea. Why don't we join forces and construct it ourselves?!
Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! I don't even know which way to point a hammer.
Avatar: Well, I might not look it, but I know a thing or two about carpentry. Come on, it'll be fun!
Olivia: Okaaay, but...you really think we can pull this off ourselves?

A Support

Avatar: ...Phew! Finished at last!
Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.
Avatar: What do you think? Do you like it?
Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*
Avatar: Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.
Olivia: ...There's just that one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.
Avatar: ...Ah.
Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the palm of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
Avatar: Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!
Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!
Avatar: Heh, I know. In any case, as small as it is, it's still a theater that WE built. Now that we know how it's done, it should be a simple matter to scale everything up.
Olivia: You think so?
Avatar: Absolutely! Always have a plan, I say.
Olivia: Well, if you think so, then I believe it! Besides, working with you is so much fun, it hardly feels like work at all. So, only...what? A few more decades? And we'll build a fabulous, human-size theater! ...Hmm. You sure it wouldn't just be easier to save up my money?
Avatar: Now, now! You promised not to talk about that again, remember?
Olivia: Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I have a new, special dance I made to celebrate our new performance space! Would you... Um, would you like to see it? I mean, if you're busy, that's fine...
Avatar: I can always make the time to watch one of your dances!
Olivia: Hee hee! Okay, I might be a bit rusty, but I'll do my best. I've been saving this for when the new theater was ready...
Avatar: Ah, this IS fun, isn't it? The only thing better than having a dream, is making it come true with a friend!
Olivia: Thanks, Avatar. I couldn't do it without you.

With Frederick

C Support

Olivia: Er, Frederick?
Frederick: Yes, milady? How may I be of service?
Olivia: Well, see, I was wondering... And this may be an odd question, but... Well, what do you think of me?
Frederick: Think of you, milady? *Ahem* Well, you are flexible of limb and move with an economy of motion. You have the qualities of a superior fencer. I would recommend a light rapier to start.
Olivia: No, I'm not talking about being solider. What I mean is... What do you think of me as a woman?
Frederick: Do I find you attractive? Is that your meaning?
Olivia: I suppose so, yes.
Frederick: Hmm... A difficult question, if I may speak bluntly. I'd not thought of you in such terms before, and so I cannot provide a meaningful answer.
Olivia: Oh. That's just what he said...
Frederick: Who?
Olivia: Khan Basilio. He never takes me seriously, no matter what I do. I guess I just don't have any appeal for older men. My dance teacher once told me I had to learn how to captivate everyone. Otherwise, no one would believe my performance.
Frederick: So your interest was professional rather than personal, I see... While I'm sure you are blessed with many charms, they are sadly lost upon me. I'm sorry I could not be more encouraging. Now, if you will excuse me...
Olivia: Er, yes. Thanks, I guess.

B Support

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
Olivia: What is it?
Frederick: I wanted to return to our conversation from the other day. I took it upon myself to ask some fellow soldiers whether they found you attractive. Almost to a man, they asserted that you are extremely charming! Many also commented most heartily on some of your... other features. Furthermore, most of the respondents are older than you, in some cases very much so. In conclusion, therefore, I think we can safely say that you possess wide appeal.
Olivia: ...Wait. How many people did you ask?
Frederick: Well, let's see. I spoke with all the Shepherds, so that would be... Oh, and I also queried farmers in the last village we passed... Ah, and the beggars at the side of road! Mustn't forget them. So that means—
Olivia: AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGH!
Frederick: Er, milady? Are you not pleased by these most favorable results?
Olivia: FREDERICK! Everyone's going to think that I asked YOU to ask THEM!
Frederick: ...I had not considered that.
Olivia: Oh, gods... I have to leave. I have to run away right now...
Frederick: W-wait, milady! I am so terribly sorry! Please allow me to make amends. Perhaps I could travel with you whenever you go out in public. Then you can simply hide behind my person whenever someone approaches.
Olivia: ...This is the worst day ever.

A Support

Olivia: I'm really surprised how easy it is to hide behind you, Frederick. I don't think anyone has seen me in the camp for days!
Frederick: I am delighted to be of service, milady. For one such as I, whose life is devoted to such endeavors, it is no small matter.
Olivia: So, um, you don't mind that I'm hiding behind you all the time?
Frederick: Quite the opposite. I am happy to perform my duty.
Olivia: Oh, goody! Thank you, Frederick!
Frederick: I must say, milady, having spent so much time with you recently, I... Well, I am starting to see why the others found you so charming.
Olivia: Y-you are?
Frederick: Yes, I am.
Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me exactly what you like about me?
Frederick: Please, milady! Do not stare at me with those beseeching eyes!
Olivia: Some details would be nice, Frederick. ...You know. For professional reasons.
Frederick: I see. May I have some time to put it into words? My feelings on the subject are still... vague.
Olivia: Okay. But just don't take too long!

S Support

Olivia: Ha! I finally cornered you! Have you been trying to avoid me? You know you cannot hide forever!
Frederick: A-avoid you, milady?! Perish the thought! Nothing was further from my mind.
Olivia: So why haven't I seen you around camp in forever? Hmmm?
Frederick: I've been busy with... preparations. For example, I had this made.
Olivia: A ring? But why did... Wait, there's something on it... "To Olivia, with all my love." Frederick?! I don't understand.
Frederick: I am not a man accustomed to speaking of affairs of the heart, so I shall be brief. This ring is meant as an expression of the great love and affection I feel for you. You would do me a great honor if you were to accept it.
Olivia: ...You want to marry me?!
Frederick: That is my intent, yes.
Olivia: Oh, how did you know?! Oh my gosh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I've been crazy about you forever!
Frederick: I hereby swear that I will lay down my life in order to protect you!
Olivia: Well, that's... a bit harsh, but I like the sentiment, I guess. Oh, thank you, Frederick. You gallant, wonderful man! I'm so excited we're getting married! It's like a dream come true!
Frederick: For both of us, Olivia. For both of us!

With Virion

C Support

Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA! ♪
Virion: Oh ho!
Olivia: Eek! Wh-Who's there?!
Virion: My apologies, fair maiden. I had no wish to startle you.
Olivia: Virion? Oh, thank goodness it's only you.
Virion: Goodness, indeed! It appears the young maiden trusts me as a friend. Although, speaking as a man of passion, I am unsure if this pleases me or not.
Olivia: Huh? What do you mean?
Virion: Ah, it is no matter. Now please! Tell me more of your intoxicating promenade! I find it strange that you are performing a dance for two all by your lonesome.
Olivia: You're familiar with this dance?
Virion: I have, on many occasions, taken the gentleman's part.
Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you'd care to show me the steps? I m-mean, if it's no trouble! I'm trying to learn it, you see, but it would be so much easier with a partner!
Virion: Virion has never refused a plea from a damsel in need, and he shall not begin now! I will teach you what I know. I will teach you... EVERYTHING!
Olivia: Oh! That's great!

B Support

Virion: And STEP and STEP aaand...BACK!
Olivia: L-like that?
Virion: Ah, it brings a tear to my eye. You have captured it perfectly!
Olivia: Well, it's all thanks to my kind and patient teacher!
Virion: A lady should be handled like a baby bird. Gently...and yet ever mindful that at any moment she could fly away!
Olivia: No one would care if I flew away...
Virion: My lady Olivia appears to be unaware of her many talents and charms!
Olivia: Oh, stop it, Virion. You're just saying that because I happen to be standing here.
Virion: That they are hidden behind that gawky exterior makes them all the more beguiling!
Olivia: Okay, maybe don't stop.
Virion: That is why your dances inspire so many of us on the battlefield. But, if I may be so bold, a little more confidence would not be entirely remiss.
Olivia: Th-thank you for your honesty, Virion. I appreciate the praise. Even if it's just idle flattery, it makes me want to try harder.
Virion: Idle flattery?! My lady, you wound me! I speak as one possessed by beauty.
Olivia: See, now I KNOW you're lying! You say the exact same things to all the girls.
Virion: Perhaps. But it is never a lie!
Olivia: Er, right. But if EVERYONE is as beautiful as you claim, doesn't that mean—
Virion: *Ahem!* That's enough chitchat for today! We must continue our lesson.
Olivia: Yes, of course. Ready when you are!

A Support

S Support

With Stahl

C Support

Stahl: Say, Olivia? Could I trouble you for—
Olivia: Aah!
Stahl: Um, sorry. Did I startle you?
Olivia: N-no, you were just...so close.
Stahl: Er, but I'm...way over here. Funny, I tend to think of myself as one of the less-imposing Shepherds.
Olivia: I'm sorry. It's just that when people look at me, I get...nervous.
Stahl: Is that so? I have just the thing. Wait here!
Olivia: Um, Stahl? Where did you—
Stahl: Here we are!
Olivia: A letter?
Stahl: I wrote my request down. That way you don't have to talk to me.
Olivia: Oh! Right. Well then, let me see... Oh, you want a needle and thread? Sure! Shall I bring them by your tent later?
Stahl: Just drop 'em by the front flap. That way you won't have to worry about another conversation.
Olivia: Outside your tent, then. Got it. Th-thank you. I'm sorry...
Stahl: Hey, you're the one doing me a favor! This is the least I can do.

B Support

Stahl: I'll just leave the letter here, Olivia. No rush.
Olivia: I'll be sure to read it. And sorry again.
Stahl: I've told you, it's no trouble at all. Though it might be nice to have a leisurely conversation at some point. Anyway, so long as it's nothing personal, I'm not worried.
Olivia: Oh, n-no! It's like this with everyone until I get used to being around them. I'm just...not good with strangers.
Stahl: I see. So you can't talk to strangers, but you can talk to friends?
Olivia: U-usually...
Stahl: All right. In that case... *AHEM!* Bwa ha ha! Aye, lass! Bring me some meat and mead! Let's rumble!
Olivia: Er...what?
Stahl: Well, since you've know Basilio for so long, I thought I could act like him. You know? To make you feel more at ease?
Olivia: That was your Basilio's impression?!
Stahl: It sounded a lot better in my head...
Olivia: Wow, that was seriously terrible! But you know what? Seeing something that embarrassing has made me less embarrassed!
Stahl: Well then, I guess it was worth it. Next time I'll try to come up with a plan that lets me retain a shred of dignity.
Olivia: Hee hee. I'm looking forward to it.

A Support

Stahl: You seem calm today, Olivia. Perhaps you've gotten used to me?
Olivia: It seems so, doesn't it! I'm sorry it took so much time and effort.
Stahl: Hey, no apologizing! Everything worked out in the end, right?
Olivia: I still can't believe you did impressions of everyone I know AND my entire family!
Stahl: I can't believe how bad I am at doing impressions.
Olivia: Basilio was the best of the bunch. ...Which is terrifying.
Stahl: Heh heh heh...
Olivia: Hee hee!
Stahl: Pffaaah ha ha ha ha! Man, that was so bad...
Olivia: Hee hee hee! You have a gift for making people laugh, Stahl. You're a comedic genius!
Stahl: Heh. Funny looking, maybe. I dunno about my future on stage, though.
Olivia: I wish I had your talent. It would be nice to make people smile in these dark times. All I do is wind up making them uncomfortable...
Stahl: Not when you're dancing! That's some motivational stuff right there. It makes me feel alive somehow. It gives me the courage to continue.
Olivia: You...really think so?
Stahl: Hey, I'm a genius, remember? So can the negativity!
Olivia: I think that may be the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me, Stahl. I'm so glad we're friends.
Stahl: The pleasure's all mine.

With Vaike

With Kellam

With Donnel

With Lon'qu

C Support

Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! *Crash* ...Hmph. Another failure.
Olivia: Oh, that's too bad.
Lon'qu: Olivia? Have you been watching me?
Olivia: Oh, sorry. I hope I wasn't intruding. It's just that Khan Basilio used to practice the same move.
Lon'qu: It is a trick that I have yet to master. But one day I shall! When Basilio slices the water jar open, not a drop is spilled.
Olivia: I know! It's crazy, huh? Somehow, he slices through it so cleanly htat the flask doesn't shatter.
Lon'qu: I have power, accuracy, speed... What am I lacking?
Olivia: Not that I'm an expert, but I don't think power has anything to do with it. When Basilio does it, he barely even swings his blade.
Lon'qu: You have observed him this closely?
Olivia: Well, er, yes. I suppose so.
Lon'qu: Then watch me as I attempt the trick again. Tell me if you see what I do wrong. But please—do not stand so close to me!
Olivia: Oh, um, okay...

B Support

Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! *Crash* Damnation! Again I fail. The flask shatters under the blow every time...
Olivia: Hey, Lon'qu? Perhaps you should take a break? Dinner's almost over.
Lon'qu: Stay, woman! Not one step closer!
Olivia: Eeek! Sorry! I didn't mean to... Wait, do I make you nervous?
Lon'qu: Anyway, I am not hungry. You may give my portion to someone else.
Olivia: I don't know if that's a good idea. You need to keep your energy up. Although, I guess if anyone can skip meals, it's you. Basilio did say he never knew anyone with more self-discipline.
Lon'qu: ...Basilio said this to you directly?
Olivia: Well, yeah, He talks about you all the time, actually. Always saying you're a genius with the blade and his true rival and blah blah blah. He talks about you to anyone within earshot. We're all bored of it, honestly.
Lon'qu: I did not know Basilio felt thus.
Olivia: You look pleased.
Lon'qu: Wh-what? *cough* No, n-not at all. I care not what he thinks of me. ...Perhaps I will eat after all. Excuse me.
Olivia: Hee hee. He can't fool me! That stern facade of his COMPLETELY fell away. He was blushing like a tomato!

A Support

Lon'qu: ...Curses. Will I never do this?!
Olivia: Oooh, you were SO close that time!
Lon'qu: You call that close? I call it pathetic. I've yet to strike a flask without it shattering into a million pieces!
Olivia: Well, sure. But—
Lon'qu: Bah. I'll never be a match for Basilio, let alone his better...
Olivia: Have you forgotten what Basilio said?
Lon'qu: That I'm a genius? His greatest rival? Empty words, designed only to flatter. I have talent, but I lack the true heart of a warrior. THAT is his meaning!
Olivia: That's not true at all! You WILL become his rival someday. You mustn't give up, Lon'qu!
Lon'qu: I understand now why I cannot cleave the flask. I have speed and power, but my heart is weak and irresolute. Without courage and conviction of purpose, my blade wavers and shatters the flask.
Olivia: Um, okay?
Lon'qu: Yet, even though I know this, I am powerless to cure myself. Especially in your presence!
Olivia: Hey, I've got an idea!
Lon'qu: Wh-what are you doing?! Release me! Release my hand, I say!
Olivia: Breathe, Lon'qu. Let the tension flow from your body... I know you can do it, Lon'qu! I believe in you!
Lon'qu: O-Olivia...
Olivia: No one is more resolute in purpose than you. You just have to believe.
Lon'qu: V-very well... Just let go of me!
Olivia: Oh, gosh! Sorry! I didn't mean to be so...um...sweaty. Yikes, this is embarrassing. I left a big red handprint on your wrist. Um, does it hurt?
Lon'qu: It does not hurt, but the experience was nonetheless terrible. However, I hear what you say, and I shall not give up.
Olivia: That's the spirit!I believe in you, Lon'qu! I know you'll make Basilio proud!
Lon'qu: We shall see.

S Support

Olivia: ......
Lon'qu: Hiiiyaaargh!
Olivia: Huh? Did you miss it?
Lon'qu: ...Look again.
Olivia: Oh my gosh, Lon'qu! You did it!
Lon'qu: At last, I have succeeded.
Olivia: I'm so proud of you!
Lon'qu: ......
Olivia: Whoops—sorry! I guess I kinda grabbed your hand there, huh? I know you don't like being touched, but I just got so excited, and—
Lon'qu: I don't mind. ...With you.
Olivia: Y-you don't?! Oh, sheesh. This is SO embarrassing!
Lon'qu: Hm? But you're the one who grasped MY hand.
Olivia: Eh, right. I know, but... Look, it's complicated.
Lon'qu: In any case. I must thank you for helping me to master this skill. I could not have done it without you Olivia. You make me stronger. And that is why I would like to offer you this...
Olivia: Wow, what a pretty ring! Wait. Does this mean...
Lon'qu: I would like us to marry.
Olivia: I thought you didn't like women?
Lon'qu: *Cough* Er, I don't... As a rule. But you are no ordinary woman. With you, I feel no embarrassment. I do not tremble, or grow tongue-tied, or—
Olivia: You don't actually dislike women at all, do you? You just get nervous around us!
Lon'qu: Are you saying I'm scared? Of women? Absurd! Because I'm not. Well, mostly not. ...Well, perhaps.
Olivia: Hee hee... I would have never guessed! Hee hee hee hee!
Lon'qu: Why are you laughing?
Olivia: Don't you see? This means we're exactly the same! We both get embarrassed, and we both have a hard time around people! We're going to get along PERFECTLY!
Lon'qu: D-does that mean...you accept my proposal?
Olivia: Do you even need to ask? I've liked you for ages, Lon'qu!
Lon'qu: I am delighted to hear that. I hereby vow to never leave your side... I dedicate my sword to protecting you.
Olivia: And I promise to stay by your side as well for the rest of my life!

With Ricken

With Maribelle

With Panne

C Support

Olivia: Um, hey, Panne...?
Panne: What do you want, man-spawn?
Olivia: Oh, er, sorry! I didn't mean... N-never mind! Bye!
Panne: Wait. You must have wanted something, or you wouldn't have approached me.
Olivia: Erm...
Panne: Well? Out with it! What is your compliant?
Olivia: C-complaint?! Oh gosh, no! I don't have a complaint!
Panne: Then state your business. Quickly.
Olivia: I...er...was...just wondering... That is to say... Well, it's a bit silly, but... What do you think of me?
Panne: I do not think of you.
Olivia: Oh! R-right. Yeah, I suppose that was kind of a strange question. It's just that I feel so useless most of the time, so...
Panne: You are not.
Olivia: You really think so? Because—
Panne: You do not trust me? You think I am lying?
Olivia: Oh gosh, no!
Panne: I find your search for reassurance puzzling. If you are here, then clearly you are needed. If you were useless, Chrom would have left you by the side of the road somewhere.
Olivia: I...guess?
Panne: Are you perhaps laying the groundwork for a future failure?
Olivia: What? No! I would never do anything like that...
Panne: ...Wouldn't you?

B Support

Panne: I'd like to thank you, man-spa— Er, Olivia. Your dancing was of great assistance.
Olivia: Oh, truly? I'm so glad I could be of assistance!
Panne: I hope you will continue to do so in the future.
Olivia: Well, I'll try, but I'm just so usl— Argh, I almost did it again!
Panne: Did what again?
Olivia: Make excuses for myself in case I mess up...
Panne: Ah. You're referring to my accusation from the last time we spoke. Pay it no mind. It was unfair of me.
Olivia: No, wait. See the thing is, you were right. I do try to make excuses for myself. I wish I knew how to be strong and confident like you... Um, can you tell me your secret? Can you make me more like you?
Panne: Is that what you wanted to ask the last time you approached me?
Olivia: Yes, actually.
Panne: You make a difficult request. I know not from whence my strength springs. I am a taguel and you are not. It may be that I cannot teach you anything.
Olivia: Maybe so, but I still want to try!
Panne: Very well. Give me some time to think upon the problem.

A Support

Panne: Olivia. Do you remember our talk about learning how to be strong?
Olivia: Of course! Actually, I've been wondering when we could start my lessons.
Panne: I have thought deeply on the problem, and I may have an answer. But it is the answer of a taguel. It may not suit you.
Olivia: I'm willing to try anything!
Panne: I began thinking about what sets humans and taguel apart. The difference is that humans are fundamentally irrational creatures.
Olivia: Irrational?
Panne: Yes. You humans always attempt the impossible while ignoring the possible. This is, as I said, irrational. It is not, however, a failing. Chrom, for example, chases an impossible task, and yet it is a noble cause. I think this is one of the greatest strengths of your species.
Olivia: Um, wait. So I should be...more irrational?
Panne: Yes.
Olivia: O...kay?
Panne: It's actually quite rational. For you to be irrational, I mean.
Olivia: Okay, stop it.
Panne: Listen, Olivia. Can you tell me what is possible or impossible? I speak here of the future.
Olivia: Er, well...
Panne: You see? You do not know. None of us, human or taguel, know this. But you decide that nothing is possible and give up trying to achieve anything.
Olivia: Hmm...
Panne: This is your first assignment: you must learn your own limits. You need to discover what it is you're capable of.
Olivia: Okay, got it. Learn my limits... Discover my capabilities...
Panne: The only way to know your limits is to push yourself to them. At least, that is what a taguel would do. It won't be easy, but if you apply yourself...
Olivia: Oh, I will! I'm going to apply myself like treacle on bread! Just you wait! Thanks so much for the advice, Panne. Maybe we could talk again sometime?
Panne: I would be glad to. We're in this together, now
Olivia: Yay! Just knowing you're a part of this makes me feel like I can do anything!
Panne: Heh. Irrational creatures indeed...

With Gaius

With Gregor

C Support

Olivia: Um, excuse me, Gregor? I have your dinner if you're hungry.
Gregor: Gregor is very big man, yes? And big man is always hungry! So, it was your turn to make with the cooking, eh?
Olivia: Yes, I'm on chef duty today. It's actually my first time, so if you don't like the food, just...let me know.
Gregor: Gregor shall sample and give report. *sluuuuuurp*
Olivia: W-well?
Gregor: This is tastiest liver stew Gregor has eaten in whole life!
Olivia: Oh! You recognize it? N-not many people outside of Regna Ferox know this dish. ...Er, or like it, for that matter.
Gregor: Gregor is sellsword. He serve many masters and travel to countless lands. Ah! Is good for the reminding! Gregor has large bag of secret spice. ...Here. He put in stew and you taste.
Olivia: Um, okay... *slurp* Oh, it's twice as good! And you only added that tiny bit!
Gregor: Gregor's spice can turn thin bowl of gruel into feast fit for king!
Olivia: It's amazing what a tiny pinch of seasoning can do for a meal. So, um... Would you be willing to share some with me? ...Pleeease?
Gregor: Many regrets, but Gregor is out of spice. He can make more, but it takes time, yes?
Olivia: Perhaps I can help? I mean, I could gather the ingredients or something?
Gregor: This is happy idea! When you finish cooking meals for local oafs, you come find Gregor, yes?
Olivia: I'll do that!

B Support

Gregor: Today is okay, yes? You join Gregor on trip into woods?
Olivia: You mean to gather ingredients, right? For your secret spice blend?
Gregor: Yes. We must go deep into woods, so Gregor is thinking we pack lunch.
Olivia: Oh, all right. I can make sandwiches if you want.
Gregor: No, no, Gregor not let girl with small hands do all the work! Come. Gregor will help with the making of sandwiches.
Olivia: All right...
Gregor: Good. thanks to you, we now have picnic hamper full of tastiness!
Olivia: You're being kind—I'm sorry I wasn't much help. I'm so terrible at making sandwiches...
Gregor: Gregor is being...confused. Perhaps he not hear your language so well? Olivia is sad yes? Is thinking she bumbles about in kitchen like drunk bear? But Olivia is fine cook. When is her day in mess hall, Gregor salivate with excitement!
Olivia: Really?! Oh my gosh, I never... I mean, people don't usually tell me that.
Gregor: Then people are idiots. You listen to Gregor and learn truth. Olivia is tasty cook and lovely dancer. Gregor think she would make fine wife.
Olivia: Oh, stop that, you're embarrassing me! I'm none of those things.
Gregor: But is true! Sellsword know how to see true value in people, yes? And Gregor is master of sellswords! Gregor never make mistake.
Olivia: Oh stop it, Gregor! I know you're just saying these things to be nice. But, um... Thank you.
Gregor: You are being most welcome.

A Support

Olivia: Gregor! There you are.
Gregor: What is wrong? You look to be making with the yelling at any moment.
Olivia: Gregor, let me look at your back. I think you may be injured.
Gregor: Why are you thinking so?
Olivia: Because you're limping around like a two-legged mule!
Gregor: You have been spying on Gregor's movements...
Olivia: I'm a dancer, Gregor. I always notice how people are moving around.
Gregor: Ah, well. You have taken cat out of bag. Gregor may be tiny bit injured.
Olivia: See? Now lift up your shirt and let me take a look at... Eek! Gregor, I can see the bone!
Gregor: Ha! Is nothing! One time Gregor's leg fall off and he sew it back on. But if pretty lady with small hands want to nurse Gregor, he will not complain.
Olivia: Oh my goodness. It's hard to look at. Okay, so just hold still. This might sting a little bit...
Gregor: Ho Ho! Gregor... He feels nothing!
Olivia: Gregor is going to feel something if he doesn't hold still!
Gregor: ...Ahhh, is good. Gregor is feeling better already.
Olivia: Listen, I want you to talk to one of the healers, all right? Just to make sure you don't get gangrene or something.
Gregor: For old man like Gregor, being nursed by beautiful woman is best medicine of all.
Olivia: Hop to it, mister!

S Support

Gregor: Oy, Olivia! Gregor have big surprise for you today.
Olivia: Oh? What is it?
Gregor: Is small pouch of secret spice blend! Just as Gregor promised.
Olivia: Oh, thank you, Gregor! This is going to be so... Um, wait. There's something hard in here. Oh! It's a ring! You must have dropped this in here when you were grinding.
Gregor: Is...how you say? No problem? Gregor is giving you ring, yes?
Olivia: Gregor, this is huge. It must have been so expensive! I can't take it!
Gregor: Okay, okay! Gregor is not putting in pouch by accident. He does this on purpose. Is all part of sneaky and elaborate plan. Gregor goes to dangerous places and collects many rare spices... Then he can give you expensive ring in unexpected and charming manner.
Olivia: Dangerous places... Wait, is that how you hurt your back?
Gregor: Olivia not need to know! ...Is embarrassing story anyway. Involve slippery rock and angry squirrel.
Olivia: Oh, I'm so sorry... You went to so much trouble on my account...
Gregor: Gregor not sorry! Gregor will face army of angry squirrels for you. You are first woman Gregor truly loves, and now is time for the proving. So what does Olivia say? You accept ring and proposal of marriage, yes?
Olivia: I... I don't know, Gregor. It's all so sudden.
Gregor: Hmm... This is not answer Gregor is hoping for.
Olivia: I'm sorry, it's just... My mind is whirling in a thousand directions at once!
Gregor: Then you have answer.
Olivia: I do?
Gregor: Your mind is spinning because of the happiness, yes? So if you marry Gregor, you can be happy forever!
Olivia: Hmm... You know, you just might have something there... All right! Let's do it! Let's get married!
Gregor: Oy, Gregor feel huge pain in chest when you bat eyelashes like that!
Olivia: I'm sorry. I'll try not to... Oh, wait, That's a good thing, isn't it?
Gregor: Is very good thing!

With Libra

With Henry

With Lucina (Daughter)

C Support

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.
Olivia: Oh?
Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.
Olivia: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this gorgeous... Er...dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.
Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream in delight!
Olivia: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)
Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.
Olivia: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.
Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasized of such simple pleasures.
Olivia: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd be delighted to go to market with you. ...Delighted and honored.
Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!
Olivia: (Oh, gods, no...)
Lucina: Pardon, Mother?

B Support

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.
Olivia: Er, yes, just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you have much more...flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.
Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
Olivia: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a...shimmery magenta.
Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
Olivia: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through it!
Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?
Olivia: Well, it's certainly a nice color. But I'm not sure about the whole octopus motif...
Lucina: Oh, I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick out something for you?
Olivia: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's try it.
Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something you will truly, truly adore!
Olivia: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...
Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
Olivia: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too! ...Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.
Lucina: ......
(Olivia leaves)
Lucina: ...Hmm...

A Support

Lucina: Well, Mother, Ive done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!
Olivia: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly... But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha...ha.
Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!
Olivia: ...Huh? It's...tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.
Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter. The one in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.
Olivia: ......
Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.
Olivia: Why, Lucina...
Lucina: Ive been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able to see my mother again has been a dream come true. I don't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.
Olivia: ......
Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.
Olivia: Oh, Lucina...don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.
Lucina: ...Honestly?
Olivia: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father feels the same way.
Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...
Olivia: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.
Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

With Inigo (Son)

C Support

Olivia: Inigo? It's the middle of the night. Where are you going?
Inigo: Oh, Mother! Er, well, I was just off to...chat up the ladies! You know me! Ha ha!
Olivia: Nonsense. The only things out there at this hour are Risen. Now, may I have the truth?
Inigo: Er, I... I'm... I just wanted to...
Olivia: Practice your dancing?
Inigo: ...How did you know?
Olivia: Someone said they spotted you dancing in the woods a few nights back. I thought you might be making a habit of it.
Inigo: They SAW it?! B-but, I made sure to stay behind that big tree the whole time! Argh, that's so embarrassing! ...And I bet they were horrified.
Olivia: Quite the opposite. They said it was a breathtaking sight. Apparently they lost track of the time just standing there, mesmerized...
Inigo: That's even MORE embarrassing! I'm not good with praise, you know? I'm used to rejection! And wait, lost track of time? How long were they watching?! Ugh, I give up... I'll never be able to practice in peace again. This is going to haunt me to the grave! The GRAVE, I tell you!
Olivia: Well, what if we practiced together? Finding secret, out-of-the-way spots to practice is something of a talent of mine. Besides, it's too dangerous to let you charge off into the woods alone at night.
Inigo: Together? What, with YOU?! Wouldn't you be humiliated trying out incomplete dances with someone watching?
Olivia: Not if that someone were you! You're my son, Inigo! So, what do you say? It would be just the two of us.
Inigo: Er, that's really sweet, but... I'm sorry, Mother.
Olivia: Hmm? Why not? Still too embarrassing?
Inigo: No, it's not that. Well, it IS, but... It's more than that.
Olivia: What do you mean?
Inigo: L-look, I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't! I'm going back to my tent. Good night, Mother!
Olivia: Inigo, wait!

B Support

Inigo: ...... Sigh... Let me guess. You're in this one today?
Olivia: Eep! I-Inigo?! Er, what a coincidence!
Inigo: Yes, you just happened to find yourself hiding in a barrel. What ARE the chances? Mother, PLEASE stop trying to spy on me while I practice! You've climbed trees, hidden under bridges, painted yourself in ridiculous camouflage... The time you jumped out from that waterfall nearly gave me a waterfall in my pants!
Olivia: But I want to see you dance! Random people from the camp keep coming across you and raving about it! I'm your mother, and I haven't seen you dance even once! How is that fair?!
Inigo: I'm sorry, but having people see moves that I'm still working on is mortifying. You're as shy as I am. You HAVE to know how I feel. ...Don't you?
Olivia: Oh... W-well, if you're so shy, why do you spend each day hitting on every girl you find?!
Inigo: Heh, you of all people should know the answer to that one. After all, you're the reason I developed this flirting habit in the first place!
Olivia: What?! I most certainly am not!
Inigo: Yes you are! When I was little, I was even more shy than you are now. I came to you in tears asking how to be more comfortable around people. And you said the fastest way for a man to practice bravery was to talk to women!
Olivia: ...Oh, gods. What in the world was my future self thinking?
Inigo: I believe you said it was advice a good friend once gave you. Anyway, I gave it a try, and it worked! ...Surprisingly enough.
Olivia: And then it became a habit?
Inigo: Apparently so. But whatever you want to call it, I owe it all to you.
Olivia: I'm sorry...
Inigo: What? Why? Don't apologize. If I want to help people with my dancing, I need to become as alluring as possible. If I can't talk my way into a date or five, I know I've still got a long ways to go. Flirting is another part of my training. ...With its own benefits, naturally. So, really. I'm thankful.
Olivia: W-well, I suppose as long as it's helped you...
Inigo: It has, and it does! So you don't need to worry about me so much, okay? Now, come on. It's nearly time for supper.
Olivia: It's such a relief to hear he has good reasons for all that skirt chasing. Hee hee! Though I'd love to see a girl's face when he says his mother sent him... But wait—I still didn't get to see him dance today! I lugged this barrel in here and everything. ...Ugh, how embarrassing.

A Support

Inigo: ...Nice. Those were some damned fine moves, if I do say so myself.
Olivia: Yes, a brilliant performance!
Inigo: Gah?!
Olivia: Though your spins still lack the strength of your convictions. Stop holding back! Oh, and extend your focus through the very tips of your fingers. That will help through those tricky transition moves.
Inigo: All right, where were you hiding today, Mother?
Olivia: Nowhere! This time I really did just happen to pass by—I swear! Though I thank the gods for the chance to finally see you dance. The latter half was a bit of a departure, but I recognize the routine. It's my favorite. ...Er, did I teach you that in the future?
Inigo: ......
Olivia: Inigo?
Inigo: Yes. It was the last dance you taught me. That's why the second half is different. ...You died before we got that far.
Olivia: ...Oh.
Inigo: And here I've been working so hard to develop an amazing version to show you... Not much point. If you're going to spoil the surprise by peeking before it's done.
Olivia: I'm so sorry! I didn't know! Oh, I feel just awful...
Inigo: Don't. It's fine... To tell you the truth, I really wanted to hear your thoughts. I always used to practice beside your grave. I'd try to imagine what you'd say as you watched me. What I could fix... I'd picture how you'd tell me to speed up, or praise me when I got it right. I could hear it all in my head as I danced. But I just wanted to hear it aloud... Anyway, that's why I'm... I'm just glad. *sniff*
Olivia: Ah! No, don't cry! It's all right! The me in the future might have left, but I swear, this me is here to stay. We can dance together, or see the world, or anything! I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy.
Inigo: ...... ...Thanks, Mom.
Olivia: It's my pleasure.
Inigo: Sorry I've been so weird about letting you watch me dance... Er, but would you teach me the real second half of that routine sometime?
Olivia: Of course!

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)

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 *'''Frederick:''' So your interest was professional rather than personal, I see... While I'm sure you are blessed with many charms, they are sadly lost upon me. I'm sorry I could not be more encouraging. Now, if you will excuse me...
 *'''Olivia:''' Er, yes. Thanks, I guess.
 ====B Support====
 *'''Frederick:''' Might I have a word, milady?
 *'''Olivia:''' What is it?
 *'''Frederick:''' I wanted to return to our conversation from the other day. I took it upon myself to ask some fellow soldiers whether they found you attractive. Almost to a man, they asserted that you are extremely charming! Many also commented most heartily on some of your... other features. Furthermore, most of the respondents are older than you, in some cases very much so. In conclusion, therefore, I think we can safely say that you possess wide appeal.
-*'''Olivia:''' ... Wait. How many people did you ask?
+*'''Olivia:''' ...Wait. How many people did you ask?
 *'''Frederick:''' Well, let's see. I spoke with all the Shepherds, so that would be... Oh, and I also queried farmers in the last village we passed... Ah, and the beggars at the side of road! Mustn't forget them. So that means—
 *'''Olivia:''' AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGH!
 *'''Frederick:''' Er, milady? Are you not pleased by these most favorable results?
 *'''Olivia:''' FREDERICK! Everyone's going to think that I asked YOU to ask THEM!
-*'''Frederick:''' ... I had not considered that.
+*'''Frederick:''' ...I had not considered that.
 *'''Olivia:''' Oh, gods... I have to leave. I have to run away right now...
 *'''Frederick:''' W-wait, milady! I am so terribly sorry! Please allow me to make amends. Perhaps I could travel with you whenever you go out in public. Then you can simply hide behind my person whenever someone approaches.
-*'''Olivia:''' ... This is the worst day ever.
+*'''Olivia:''' ...This is the worst day ever.
 ====A Support====
 *'''Olivia:''' I'm really surprised how easy it is to hide behind you, Frederick. I don't think anyone has seen me in the camp for days!
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 *'''Olivia:''' Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me exactly what you like about me?
 *'''Frederick:''' Please, milady! Do not stare at me with those beseeching eyes!
-*'''Olivia:''' Some details would be nice, Frederick. ... You know. For professional reasons.
+*'''Olivia:''' Some details would be nice, Frederick. ...You know. For professional reasons.
 *'''Frederick:''' I see. May I have some time to put it into words? My feelings on the subject are still... vague.
 *'''Olivia:''' Okay. But just don't take too long!
 ====S Support====
 *'''Olivia:''' Ha! I finally cornered you! Have you been trying to avoid me? You know you cannot hide forever!
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 *'''Olivia:''' A ring? But why did... Wait, there's something on it... "To Olivia, with all my love." Frederick?! I don't understand.
 *'''Frederick:''' I am not a man accustomed to speaking of affairs of the heart, so I shall be brief. This ring is meant as an expression of the great love and affection I feel for you. You would do me a great honor if you were to accept it.
-*'''Olivia:''' ... You want to marry me?!
+*'''Olivia:''' ...You want to marry me?!
 *'''Frederick:''' That is my intent, yes.
 *'''Olivia:''' Oh, how did you know?! Oh my gosh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I've been crazy about you forever!