C Support

Heath: You! You our medic?
Priscilla: Yes, I am… and you are?
Heath: Name’s Heath. I’m a wyvern knight, as you can see. My wyvern is Hyperion. He may look scary, but he’s all right. I trust you’ll be there if any of us get hurt.
Priscilla: Gladly. My name is Priscilla.
Heath: Right. I’m off! Fly, Hyperion! …Huh?
Priscilla: Your wyvern seems unwell…
Heath: You’re right. Hmm… Maybe his wing’s hurt?
Priscilla: I don’t see an injury…?
Heath: That’s strange…
Priscilla: Maybe…he ate too much?
Heath: Ate…too much?
Priscilla: Yes. See here, his stomach is quite swollen.
Heath: Odd…I fed him the same amount as always. …Hey, you eat something strange, Hyperion?
Priscilla: I wonder what he ate…? That reminds me… This morning, I heard the merchant Merlinus yelling… He was saying something about most of our supplies being missing…
Heath: … …Er, I don’t suppose we could let this be our little secret?
Priscilla: My lips are sealed.

B Support

Heath: Hello, Priscilla. Are you well?
Priscilla: Certainly, and you, Heath? Are you uninjured?
Heath: Oh, I’m fine. A few cuts and scratches won’t kill me. As long as the battle is won, I can rest afterwards.
Priscilla: But…
Heath: I remember when I was in the wyvern knights of Bern, my captain would say: “If you can feel the pain, you’re not badly wounded.”
Priscilla: My!
Heath: Our captain was a true soldier, he was. He charged the enemy shooters to draw fire away from us… Even with an arrow through his shoulder, he kept charging.
Priscilla: Ah… …
Heath: P-Priscilla! Are you all right!?
Priscilla: Sorry… Suddenly, I felt so faint…
Heath: Sorry, I guess it was a bit of a bloody tale to be telling a young maiden… Please accept my apologies.
Priscilla: Heath… This may be presuming too much, but…please do visit me, even if your wounds are slight. Don’t just assume they’ll be fine… Do come, won’t you?
Heath: You’re a gentle soul… Sure, we’re in the same army, but to worry about a vagabond like me… Right, well. I’ll be sure to drop in for a check up.
Priscilla: Is that a promise?
Heath: Yes, a promise!

A Support

Priscilla: Sir Heath!
Heath: Ah! Priscilla…
Priscilla: Why have you been avoiding me lately?
Heath: Avoiding…I wouldn’t say I’ve been avoiding you.
Priscilla: But you have! And now you’re looking away! What is it?
Heath: … I…I heard you were the daughter of an Etrurian count… Granted, I had no idea, but still, I am afraid I have spoken too frankly. Forgive me.
Priscilla: No, you have done nothing wrong!
Heath: You probably don’t know this… But I’m a fugitive from Bern. Normally, we wouldn’t even be allowed to speak to one another. I must leave. Please, ignore me should our paths cross in the future.
Priscilla: I cannot do that! How…How could I? Not after we have become friends!
Heath: Lady Priscilla?
Priscilla: You promised! You said you’d come visit me whenever you were hurt! Are you someone who so easily breaks a promise? Claiming you did not know my rank is no excuse! What…What about my feelings…? …
Heath: …Don’t cry. I-I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought, that if you knew who I was, you wouldn’t want me around…
Priscilla: … … …
Heath: Priscilla… I…can call you that, can’t I? If it’s so much that you are moved to tears, I will stay by your side. Even…for just this battle. ……I’ll be here.
Priscilla: Heath… If only… If only… …time…could stop.
Heath: … …Yes… If only…