C Support:

Hortensia: Goldmary! I heard a rumor that some gentleman callers were asking after you in town.
Goldmary: I’m sorry that you didn’t hear it from me, but it happens too often for me to tell you every time.
Hortensia: Oh, I’m not mad. So, uh, what did you…do? What’d you tell them?
Goldmary: I declined as politely as I could.
Hortensia: That makes sense. I guess you’re pretty used to this kind of thing, huh?
Hortensia: I mean, this has been happening to you for a while, right?
Goldmary: Hm, I’m afraid so.
Goldmary: I seem to attract that sort of attention wherever I go.
Goldmary: I’m sorry if my natural charisma is in any way an inconvenience to you…
Hortensia: No, that’s…not what I mean. That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen to me, is all.
Goldmary: It will when you’re older.
Hortensia: What, like I’m a little kid or something?!
Goldmary: Of course not.
Hortensia: Well, I guess I should look on the bright side. You set the standard of charming.
Hortensia: I only expect the best from my retainers. I’m proud to see you excel.
Goldmary: Thank you.
Hortensia: Speaking of excellence, maybe you can teach me some of your skills. Cooking, for instance.
Goldmary: It would be my pleasure.

B Support:

Hortensia: Wow. I’m a terrible cook.
Goldmary: You’re doing great. Follow my lead and this will turn out fine.
Goldmary: You can do this.
Hortensia: Get ready to flip it. One swift motion… Now!
Hortensia: Ah! I did it!
Goldmary: You did. It’s a little…lopsided, but the flavor is what’s most important.
Hortensia: I hope it tastes good, then. Try it for me?
Goldmary: Mmm! Delicious. It’s wonderful.
Hortensia: Yes! Soon I’ll be every bit as charming and talented as you, Goldmary.
Goldmary: Of course.
Hortensia: Hehe, with a retainer like you, though, I can’t let my guard down.
Goldmary: A retainer, you say…
Hortensia: Something wrong with that?
Goldmary: Nothing at all, except that Rosado and I are not officially your retainers.
Hortensia: Oh, I don’t care about what’s official or not.
Hortensia: When the Fell Dragon awakened and the war started, we were all just classmates.
Hortensia: But Father asked me to return to the castle, and one thing led to another.
Goldmary: It was Rosado and I who insisted on accompanying you home.
Hortensia: Yeah, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Hortensia: I didn’t even want to leave the academy, much less get separated from my friends.
Hortensia: But I guess I did rope you into this mess, didn’t I? I’m sorry.
Goldmary: I’m the one who should apologize.
Goldmary: Retainers to Elusian royalty are supposed to be hand-picked by the king.
Goldmary: We ran roughshod over that process. And now we’ll never be able to get his approval.
Goldmary: All because I failed to protect your father.
Hortensia: There was nothing any of us could do.
Hortensia: Besides, he’d have given you both his blessing. No doubt in my mind.
Hortensia: So I don’t want to hear another word about it, OK? You have nothing to apologize for.
Goldmary: I’m relieved to hear you say that.
Hortensia: And I’m relieved you’re here with me.
Hortensia: I hope you’ll stay on, even after the war’s over. Will you accompany me back to the academy?
Goldmary: I’d consider it a privilege.

A Support:

Goldmary: Do you remember the first time we met?
Hortensia: The very first time?
Hortensia: Well, I’d skipped some grades, which got me into the advanced class…
Goldmary: It was well before that.
Hortensia: Wait, it was?
Goldmary: Yes. Before the advanced class.
Goldmary: I’d accidentally wandered into a skirmish between Brodian and Elusian forces.
Goldmary: The whole town quickly became a battlefield, with me caught in the middle. I was terrified.
Goldmary: It was you who got me out of there. You saved me.
Hortensia: Oh! I remember that day!
Hortensia: We’d gotten reports of Brodia’s surprise attack. I went to check on the troops.
Hortensia: There was a lone girl who’d gotten left behind… That was you?
Goldmary: It was. I was about to be cut down by a Brodian soldier, but you protected me with magic.
Goldmary: You pulled me onto your pegasus, flew me to safety, and left. Didn’t even give me your name.
Goldmary: Imagine my surprise when we met for the second time in the academy’s advanced class.
Hortensia: Why have you never mentioned this before?
Goldmary: I was embarrassed.
Goldmary: I bring it up now because…I want you to know how deeply I respect you.
Hortensia: Thank you. That really means a lot.
Hortensia: I’m glad you told me. And for what it’s worth, I really respect you too.
Hortensia: You put your life on the line to keep me safe. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
Hortensia: It doesn’t hurt that you’re adorable either! Just being near you makes me look good.
Goldmary: Haha, you’re absolutely right.
Hortensia: Should I take that to mean you won’t be leaving my side anytime soon?
Goldmary: Of course.
Goldmary: I’m your retainer, after all, aren’t I?
Goldmary: More than that, Hortensia…I’m your friend. I will do anything I can to support you.