C Support

Celica: How are you feeling, Nomah?

Nomah: I’m getting by well enough, little one.

Celica: That’s good. But please promise me that you won’t overexert yourself.

Nomah: Bah! Stop treating me like a frail old man with one foot in the grave! …Though I admit all this fighting DOES take a toll on my poor back.

Celica: I’m very sorry to hear it. Let me rub it for you.

Nomah: Oh… Yes, that feels wonderful… Thank you, little one.

Celica: Happy to help! Hee hee.

B Support

Celica: How’s your back today, Nomah?

Nomah: Lithe as a willow branch, thanks to you. But now my shoulder is giving me trouble. Old jousting injury, you see…

Celica: Oh, you poor thing. Here, let me give you another massage.

Nomah: Oh! Oh… Ahhh… You’re too kind. Ahhh… I can feel the pain receding already.

Celica: I’m very glad to hear it.

A Support

Celica: Hello, Nomah.

Nomah: Greetings, little one. Oh! Yes. Er, so today, it seems I have a new pain in my…um…hair? Yes, that’s—

Celica: *sigh* Stop, Nomah. You don’t need to keep pretending. In truth, I don’t think you’ve been in pain this whole time.

Nomah: Heh heh. Caught on to me, have you?

Celica: You’ve always enjoyed your little jokes and japes. At this rate, you’re well enough to keep fighting for me for a long while yet. Uh oh. Here comes the enemy now. Let’s go!

Nomah: Ah! Yes. More…fighting. All right, Nomah, time to suck it up!