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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh, this one is cute! Er, then again, maybe not. Hmm, this one has nice horns, but I think it's the wrong type for Minerva. Dear me, this is harder than I expected.
  • Avatar: Cherche? What are you up to?
  • Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Avatar. I want to ask you something.
  • Avatar: What about?
  • Cherche: Among your friends, are there any particularly beautiful wyverns?
  • Avatar: ...Did you just ask if I have good-looking wyvern friends?
  • Cherche: Well, it was worth a shot. I'm looking for a partner for Minerva. I must have searched through dozens of portraits and letters of introduction. And yet, not a single one has been up to Minerva's very exacting standards.
  • Avatar: Minerva? That massive thing you ride into battle? I, er, didn't know that anyone offered match-making services for wyverns.
  • Cherche: No one does! That's what is making this so difficult.I've been doing everything on my own so far...
  • Avatar: Impressive. You're breaking new ground in wyvern relations.
  • Cherche: It's a giant leap for mankind and wyvernkind alike, I'll wager. ...Want to pitch in?
  • Avatar: Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being serious?
  • Cherche: Did you hear that Minerva? Avatar is going to help us!
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!
  • Avatar: That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I've assembled an extensive dossier on prospective wyvern mates, Cherche. ...I can't believe I just said that.
  • Cherche: Oh, thank you! This is so exciting! Let's see what you have.
  • Avatar: Here you go.
  • Cherche: Ah, you've included oil portraits of all the wyverns! What a nice touch. Hmm...no. ...No. ...Nope. ...Ugh, not a chance. ...No. ...Aaand, no. Um, Avatar? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?
  • Avatar: Er, right. Is that a problem?
  • Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.
  • Avatar: He is? ...I m-mean, she is?
  • Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.
  • Avatar: (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at—)
  • Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.
  • Avatar: J-just scolding myself for making such an obvious blunder! Ha ha! ...Ha. Well, I guess I'll be starting over then.
  • Cherche: You can probably tell just by looking at her, but Minerva is VERY picky. So do make sure that you only bring her only the most handsome candidates.
  • Avatar: ...You do realize that I have no concept of what makes a wyvern handsome, right?
  • Cherche: The shape and length of his horns, the shine of his scales, and the length of his wings. Also consider overall musculature, roar volume, and fire-breath heat. ...Oh, and if he happens to be rich, so much the better.
  • Avatar: Oh, you have GOT to be joking!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Cherche, I believe I've found the perfect wyvern for Minerva! Here, look at this... ...Well? What do you think? Not bad, eh?
  • Cherche: If this oil painting is accurate, he appears absolutely perfect! Look, Minerva! What do you think? Isn't he terribly handsome?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, she definitely likes him.
  • Avatar: Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this wyvern business...
  • Cherche: Thank you, Avatar. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. You are truly too kind.
  • Avatar: Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in the history books.
  • Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager you'll be famous for centuries.
  • Avatar: ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd! I've never even matched up people, let alone giant reptiles!
  • Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will go swimmingly.
  • Avatar: I'm not!
  • Cherche: If it makes you feel better. I'll be there as well. I'm very familiar with the nitty-gritty of wyvern romance.
  • Avatar: No, knowing you are familiar with wyvern romance does NOT make me feel better! Besides, why don't you just take over from here and enjoy all the glory? I mean, I'm just blundering around in the dark, and frankly—
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAAAAH! WH-WHAT WAS THAT?! MY EARS ARE RINGING! HELLO?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! WAS THAT A CRY OF HAPPINESS OR INSANE RAGE?!
  • Cherche: Rage. ...She's concerned you might abandon the project.
  • Avatar: BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!
  • Cherche: She seems to think you are the key to all of this working....
  • Avatar: A BEE IS LURKING?! I CAN'T... WAIT, HOLD ON! *sniiiiiiff* ...Oh, gods, that's better. My ears just popped. But look, I still have no idea what I'm actually doing... *Sigh* Aw, heck. I started this. I suppose I might as well see it through to the end.
  • Cherche: Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! And so is Minerva. Aren't you Minerva?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh Avatar, I'm sorry Minerva's date didn't work out so well... Especially after you went through all that trouble. He was such a fine-looking wyvern, too—I truly thought Minerva would take to him.
  • Avatar: I wasn't sure what I was in for, honestly. But I certainly didn't expect them to fight! They would have burned down the entire village if you hadn't intervened!
  • Cherche: They just needed a good scolding to get them to settle down.
  • Avatar: *Sigh* I suppose it's back to square one again then, eh?
  • Cherche: Actually, I'm starting to think Minerva is simply too old for marriage now. I suppose we'll both just be a couple of old maids until the end of our days.
  • Avatar: Have you ever...looked for a husband?
  • Cherche: Oh, sure. But it never really worked out one reason or another. Well actually, it usually didn't work because of Minerva. She tends to scare people off. A couple of men even asked me to leave her for them, but I couldn't do it. I guess a wife with a wyvern just isn't an enticing prospect...
  • Avatar: Then Minerva has my eternal gratitude.
  • Cherche: ...What do you mean?
  • Avatar: She chased away my rivals. Thanks to her, I get to be the one to give you this.
  • Cherche: A ring? An...engagement ring?
  • Avatar: Cherche, all of this matchmaking has made me think of my own prospects. And also how it's made me think of you and...how much I love you. I swear I will look after you and Minerva till the end of our days. ...Will you marry me?
  • Cherche: Why, Avatar! Th-this is so surprising! I accept! Oh, I gladly accept!
  • Avatar: I won't let you down, Cherche. You or Minerva. I promise!
  • Cherche: It's funny how this all started with me trying to find a mate for Minerva. And now she's still alone, but I managed to find a man of my own!
  • Avatar: I'd call that a happy twist of fate! Heh heh, no offense, Minerva. ...What, Minerva? What is that look? Wait, not fire breath! I didn't mean it!
  • Cherche: Heh, it's funny. Being close like this just feels...right. It's as if it was always meant to be.

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh, this one is cute! Er, then again, maybe not. Hmm, this one has nice horns, but I think it's the wrong type for Minerva. Dear me, this is harder than I expected.
  • Avatar: Cherche? What are you up to?
  • Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Avatar. I want to ask you something.
  • Avatar: What about?
  • Cherche: Among your friends, are there any particularly beautiful wyverns?
  • Avatar: ...Did you just ask if I have good-looking wyvern friends?
  • Cherche: Well, it was worth a shot. I'm looking for a partner for Minerva. I must have searched through dozens of portraits and letters of introduction. And yet, not a single one has been up to Minerva's very exacting standards.
  • Avatar: Minerva? That massive thing you ride into battle? I, er, didn't know that anyone offered match-making services for wyverns.
  • Cherche: No one does! That's what is making this so difficult.I've been doing everything on my own so far...
  • Avatar: Impressive. You're breaking new ground in wyvern relations.
  • Cherche: It's a giant leap for mankind and wyvernkind alike, I'll wager. ...Want to pitch in?
  • Avatar: Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being serious?
  • Cherche: Did you hear that Minerva? Avatar is going to help us!
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!
  • Avatar: That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I've assembled an extensive dossier on prospective wyvern mates, Cherche. ...I can't believe I just said that.
  • Cherche: Oh, thank you! This is so exciting! Let's see what you have.
  • Avatar: Here you go.
  • Cherche: Ah, you've included oil portraits of all the wyverns! What a nice touch. Hmm...no. ...No. ...Nope. ...Ugh, not a chance. ...No. ...Aaand, no. Um, Avatar? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?
  • Avatar: Er, right. Is that a problem?
  • Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.
  • Avatar: He is? ...I m-mean, she is?
  • Cherche, Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.
  • Avatar: (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at—)
  • Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.
  • Avatar: J-just scolding myself for making such an obvious blunder! Ha ha! ...Ha. Well, I guess I'll be starting over then.
  • Cherche: You can probably tell just by looking at her, but Minerva is VERY picky. So do make sure that you only bring her only the most handsome candidates.
  • Avatar: ...You do realize that I have no concept of what makes a wyvern handsome, right?
  • Cherche: The shape and length of his horns, the shine of his scales, and the length of his wings. Also consider overall musculature, roar volume, and fire-breath heat. ...Oh, and if he happens to be rich, so much the better.
  • Avatar: Oh, you have GOT to be joking!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Cherche, I believe I've found the perfect wyvern for Minerva! Here, look at this... ...Well? What do you think? Not bad, eh?
  • Cherche: If this oil painting is accurate, he appears absolutely perfect! Look, Minerva! What do you think? Isn't he terribly handsome?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, she definitely likes him.
  • Avatar: Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this wyvern business...
  • Cherche: Thank you, Avatar. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. You are truly too kind.
  • Avatar: Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in the history books.
  • Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager you'll be famous for centuries.
  • Avatar: ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd! I've never even matched up people, let alone giant reptiles!
  • Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will go swimmingly.
  • Avatar: I'm not!
  • Cherche: If it makes you feel better. I'll be there as well. I'm very familiar with the nitty-gritty of wyvern romance.
  • Avatar: No, knowing you are familiar with wyvern romance does NOT make me feel better! Besides, why don't you just take over from here and enjoy all the glory? I mean, I'm just blundering around in the dark, and frankly—
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAAAAH! WH-WHAT WAS THAT?! MY EARS ARE RINGING! HELLO?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! WAS THAT A CRY OF HAPPINESS OR INSANE RAGE?!
  • Cherche: Rage. ...She's concerned you might abandon the project.
  • Avatar: BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!
  • Cherche: She seems to think you are the key to all of this working....
  • Avatar: A BEE IS LURKING?! I CAN'T... WAIT, HOLD ON! *sniiiiiiff* ...Oh, gods, that's better. My ears just popped. But look, I still have no idea what I'm actually doing... *Sigh* Aw, heck. I started this. I suppose I might as well see it through to the end.
  • Cherche: Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! And so is Minerva. Aren't you Minerva?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: HIYAH! YAH!
  • Frederick: Excellent technique.
  • Cherche: A true gentleman would announce himself rather than skulk about in the shadows.
  • Frederick: My sincere apologies, milady. I was loath to interrupt. Especially when I was being treated to such a virtuoso display of skill.
  • Cherche: Heh. 'Tis an honor to be praised by such a renowned and accomplished soldier.
  • Frederick: The technique you just used—is it commonly practiced in Valm?
  • Cherche: No, actually. It is part of a secret art passed down within my family.
  • Frederick: Then I've wronged you more than I thought, for I had no intention of pilfering secrets. Pray forgive my accidental insolence, milady.
  • Cherche: Don't apologize, please. I don't mind sharing our traditions with allies. In fact, I can teach you if you're interested.
  • Frederick: I do not wish to impose.
  • Cherche: We fight for the same cause. It's in my interest to help you. Who knows? One day, you might use it to save my life in battle.
  • Frederick: In that case, then yes. Thank you. I would like to learn what you know.
  • Cherche: When shall we begin?

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Cherche, I want to thank you for teaching me your family's fighting art.
  • Cherche: I hope you'll find it useful.
  • Frederick: I'd like to return the favor if I could.
  • Cherche: Perhaps in the next battle, you can fight alongside me so I might observe you.
  • Frederick: That hardly seems a sufficient reward for your services. I was taught that a lady of your standing should expect gifts of gold or silk.
  • Cherche: Do I strike you as the sort to be satisfied with trinkets? Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you'd taken advice from Virion!
  • Frederick: Ha! I'd be dead in the grave before I'd take counsel from that ill-behaved scallywa... Er, that is, from Virion! From LORD Virion, a fine and outstanding member of—
  • Cherche: Oh, shush. I know what Virion is like. Yes, he was once my liege, but he lost his domains and is no longer a lord. I'm my own woman now. I can go my separate way whenever I choose.
  • Frederick: And yet, you do not.
  • Cherche: Strange, isn't it?

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Cherche. Perfect timing. Do you know where I might find Virion?
  • Cherche: No. And I wouldn't bother trying to look for him, either. Knowing him, he's off whispering sweet nonsense into some poor maid's ear.
  • Frederick: But we are to be marching soon! Will he be ready in time?
  • Cherche: Oh, probably. I'm getting his equipment ready as we speak.
  • Frederick: That is very loyal of you, especially considering what a cad he is. I think you could teach me a thing or two about serving one's lord!
  • Cherche: I told you, he is no longer my lord. And besides, you are the very paragon of loyal and chivalrous knighthood. None can compare to you when it comes to when it comes to knightly virtues.
  • Frederick: You are far too kind. Yet when I see how devoted you are, it humbles me somehow.
  • Cherche: How so?
  • Frederick: Hear me, Cherche. For a knight, loyalty is the primary virtue. But to what—or to whom—should it be directed?
  • Cherche: To the realm, I suppose. Your liege lord's domain.
  • Frederick: And what if that realm is destroyed?
  • Cherche: Well, er...
  • Frederick: The knight's vow of loyalty still holds, but it is directed not to the land. Nor is it a castle, or to a town. or any particular place. The vow is to the people who make up the realm. As a knight, you owe fealty to Virion and the smallfolk of his domain. You understand this and act accordingly. It is an honor to fight alongside you.
  • Cherche: Well, well! High praise indeed, coming from the famous Frederick! But in all seriousness, thank you. And may I say, it is an inestimable honor to fight in the same army as you.
  • Frederick: Then that we may both continue to fight bravely, and until victory!
  • Cherche: Shoulder to shoulder!

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Frederick? In the last battle, you went too far trying to protect me. You almost let that Risen have a bite of your hide!
  • Frederick: I-I was merely careless! My training must have been insufficient.
  • Cherche: Normally, you'd dispatch such a foe without a thought, but you were distracted. Distracted, I say, by what was happening to me...
  • Frederick: I apologize for the error, milady. If a knight is to defend his charge, he must be able to see every threat and danger.
  • Cherche: I'm not your charge, and I'm asking you to forget about me and worry about yourself!
  • Frederick: I cannot, milady.
  • Cherche: And why not?
  • Frederick: Because you are as important to me as any prince or lord.
  • Cherche: Is this some kind of jest?
  • Frederick: I fear I do not joke, milady. I never did develop a skill for it. For how can a man as wretched as I find room in his heart for humor?
  • Cherche: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.
  • Frederick: Listen to me, Cherche.
  • Cherche: ...Yes?
  • Frederick: When we first came to know each other, it was as fellow knights and comrades. But as we fought, the bonds of friendship drew us closer together. So close, in fact, that I find myself thinking about you night and day. Cherche...will you do me the honor of accepting this?
  • Cherche: An engagement ring?
  • Frederick: A vow of love and loyalty, until death takes me from you.
  • Cherche: Why, Frederick! This is so gallant! ...Of course I accept!
  • Frederick: Splendid! Then I shall live and die a happy man!
  • Cherche: Oh, enough with the talk of dying. You're under MY protection now.... Oh, and Minerva, of course!

With VirionEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Virion? I've been searching for you. It's time for our training session.
  • Virion: Is it that hour already? Well then, prepare your sparring gear and—
  • Cherche: Already done. I'm ready if you are.
  • Virion: Ha ha! Of course you are! I always said you were my most dedicated vassal.
  • Cherche: Your flattery's wasted on me.
  • Virion: Flattery? Surely you know by now that gallant Virion always speaks from the heart! If I had not been so cruelly robbed of my domains, you would still—
  • Cherche: But you DID lose your lands, so there's no point discussing what might have been. This is reality, where we face each other on the training ground as equals.
  • Virion: Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place of late. You know when my lands were stripped, your bonds of vassalage were ended, yes? You have no obligation to me, Cherche. No obligation to train me as you do. You are free to serve whomever you choose.
  • Cherche: I am aware of that. But I never served you because of your land holdings.
  • Virion: You didn't? Oh ho ho! Then was it, perchance, for love?
  • Cherche: One more comment like that and I'll have Minerva eat you.
  • Virion: *Gulp* My deepest apologies, milady! My lips are hereby sealed!

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: *Sigh*
  • Cherche: Is something the matter?
  • Virion: Ah, my sweet Cherche. As always, you see directly into Virion's heart. You come upon me lovelorn and lonely, spurned by a fair lady with a sharp tongue.
  • Cherche: Do you mean me? Oh goodness! It's not often someone calls me fair. But seriously, what troubles you? Are you still so crestfallen about how Walhart so rudely seized your lands?
  • Virion: Enough! That was a tragedy, and many of my people died. I'll not have you speak so lightly of it.
  • Cherche: That was not my intent, Virion. I know that many suffered under Walhart's cruel heel. But I also know that, short of the dead, you have suffered more than any of us.
  • Virion: Loyal Cherche, your kind words fill my heart with courage and hope! Could it be that you have fallen helplessly in love with your gallant Virion?!
  • Cherche: Hah!
  • Virion: Ah, sweet nostalgia. It's been so long since last I heard that derisive snicker.
  • Cherche: I do not jest, Virion. The deed has been done, and you could not have stopped it. It's time you looked to the future and stopped blaming yourself for the past.
  • Virion: I did not think it would be so hard to forgive myself...
  • Cherche: Behind your carefree facade, you've always been terribly uncompromising. But you must promise that you won't surrender to hopelessness and despair.
  • Virion: Then I shall promise it, but only because you ask. But in return, you must promise me something, sweet Cherche. If the day comes when you must choose between loyalty to me or your own path... I want you to do whatever is best for you and give no thought to me. Agreed?
  • Cherche: Why, Virion, what a serious speech! But it's hardly necessary. I had no intention of taking you into account when making such choices.
  • Virion: W-well, good. ...Yes, good. Exactly as I would have it. Though I suppose you could think about me a LITTLE bit! If you...wanted to.
  • Cherche: Now now. Don't give it another thought. ...I certainly won't.

A SupportEdit

  • Virion: I wish I knew what was happening to our homeland right now.
  • Cherche: The sooner we win this cursed war, the sooner we'll be able to find out.
  • Virion: Tell me, Cherche, what do you intend to do when this war is over?
  • Cherche: Return home and help rebuild the domains of House Virion. I assume your plan is much the same?
  • Virion: Yes, of course. My domains shall have great need of me.
  • Cherche: Are you sure you can handle going back? That broken landscape will have many painful memories carved into it.
  • Virion: True. But it is also filled with many joyous memories as well. ...Many of which involve you. You'll scoff, but the happiest moments of my life have been spent in your company.
  • Cherche: Come, Virion. You know I'm not one of your dizzy maids who falls for that flattery.
  • Virion: Why is it that when I speak from the heart, no one believes me? Is this the price I must pay for my flippant yet debonair charm?
  • Cherche: I think we just know each other too well to speak of such emotional matters.
  • Virion: Hmm... Perhaps you are right.

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Time for you to go, Virion.
  • Virion: Alas! Am I to be shooed away so soon?
  • Cherche: You're practically nodding off. I don't want to sit here and listen to you snore.
  • Virion: Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been sleeping well recently. My cot is cold, and I've no one to share it.
  • Cherche: Have you tried seducing a lonely kitchen wench?
  • Virion: Do you think I can find happiness with just any random lass? I have standards, dear!
  • Cherche: There are as many maids as stars in the sky. There must be SOMEONE you like.
  • Virion: Yes, and you know full well who it is.
  • Cherche: Oh, Virion. We talked about this before. We're too close to each other.
  • Virion: Yes, we are close. Closer perhaps than any two people have ever been! I can no more imagine being without you than being without air or water! How can another woman be anything but a shadow of what you are to me?
  • Cherche: Now you're just practicing lines for your next conquest.
  • Virion: You, of all people should know when I'm being sincere.
  • Cherche: Yes. I suppose I do.
  • Virion: And though I fear I know your answer, I have one final card to play. ...I have brought you something.
  • Cherche: Is that what I think it is?
  • Virion: If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes. It is indeed. Do you believe me now?
  • Cherche: I suppose I must.
  • Virion: Then what is your answer? Will you accept?
  • Cherche: Heh. I think I have to. Who else would agree to be YOUR wife? I warn you though: once we tie the knot, your days of maids are over. Stray from me but once, and I'll have you to Minerva as a snack.
  • Virion: Nothing will be further from my mind! ...Well, the maid part. I'm always quite concerned about your little pet.
  • Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? You must ensure he keeps his promise.
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Virion: Er, can we please save the threats? This is meant to be a happy moment!
  • Cherche: Just doing my due diligence, love!

With StahlEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Phew... Another load done. Just one more basket and... Hmm? Now whose cloak is this?
  • Cherche: Hello, Stahl. I see it's your turn for laundry duty today.
  • Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. Say, do you know whose cloak this is? It has the most delightful smell!
  • Cherche: Oh, that's mine. I sprinkle it with a special fragrance I find soothing. It helps me get a good night's rest, even when we're camped in the wilds.
  • Stahl: *Sniff* Gods, it's like nothing I've ever smelled before!
  • Cherche: It smells of home to me. It's quite common back where I come from.
  • Stahl: It's interesting how things vary from place to place. Smells, fashion, art, manners...
  • Cherche: Before the empire swallowed up all of Valm, the land was split into small, unique realms. You can see these differences today as you move from town to town.
  • Stahl: Someday I'm going to buy you an ale and you have to tell me all about it! But, um, what about the cloak? Won't all the smell run out if I wash it?
  • Cherche: That's fine. I'll just add more fragrance when you're done.
  • Stahl: Then laundered it shall be!
  • Cherche: You know, people in some areas of Valm have unusual ways of washing clothes. If you're interested, we can do the laundry together and I'll show you some tricks.
  • Stahl: Milady, I will ALWAYS take free assistance on laundry day. Plus you can tell me more about Valm as we work!
  • Cherche: And in return, you can tell me some things about Ylisse. Er, and speaking of manners and customs, it is... Um... Well, in my land it's considered very bad form to go sniffing a lady's cloak.
  • Stahl: Then why do you make it smell so good? It's like a trap!
  • Cherche: Heh. I suppose it is, at that.

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Tents? ...Check. Stew meat? ...Check. Firewood? ...Uh-oh. Low on firewood.
  • Cherche: Is something the matter?
  • Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. No, nothing's the matter, per se.
  • Cherche: Is that so? You look worried. Furrowed brow and all that.
  • Stahl: Oh, you can just ignore that. My brow furrows pretty easily.
  • Cherche: Being naturally frowny must cause many a misunderstanding, hah! Or perhaps it just makes people feel more solicitous toward you...
  • Stahl: Hah! I'd never thought of it as an advantage before.
  • Cherche: You know, it seems like every time I see you, you're engaged in another chore.
  • Stahl: I volunteer a lot. I just enjoy keeping things...tidy, I guess. Plus, you don't want some of those axe slingers going anywhere near your laundry...
  • Cherche: Well, I think it's very admirable. Perhaps you could use a hand?
  • Stahl: Well, I WAS just about to head out to collect more firewood... Perhaps you'd care to accompany me to the forest? I can use your talents if we stumble across any fell beasts.
  • Cherche: Back in my village, an invitation to collect firewood indicates romantic interest. Something to do with firewood igniting the flames of passion in the girl's heart...
  • Stahl: Wha—?! G-good gracious, truly? I... I meant no offense. I swear! ...Also, that is a really weird first date. I'm just saying.
  • Cherche: Heh heh. Oh, it's quite all right. How were you to know? In any case, I'll help out, and you can tell me more about the culture of Ylisse.
  • Stahl: Sounds like a plan.

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Here, Stahl. This is for you.
  • Stahl: Oh, what a beautiful handkerchief! Thank you. ...Did you make it?
  • Cherche: I wanted to give you something in return for all your stories of Ylisse. I'm not an expert at needlework, but it's the thought that matters, right?
  • Stahl: I think it's great! I'd buy this in a store!
  • Cherche: That's very kind of you to say. You taught me so much about the culture of Ylisse that I'm quite anxious to visit. In fact, when this war is over, I'm planning to tour its most famous sights.
  • Stahl:That's funny, because when peace comes, I've decided to visit YOUR homeland. I want to help reunite families and rebuild their towns and villages.
  • Cherche: You have a generous heart, but that should really be my job. Besides, your duty is to the reconstruction of Ylisse, is it not?
  • Stahl: Yes, but I have to at least visit Valm. I mean, we DID collect firewood together.
  • Cherche: Hah!
  • Stahl: No, but seriously. I consider you a good friend, Cherche. And since our last talk, I've been studying the customs of your country. This handkerchief is a gift given from one best friend to another, is it not? So forget Ylisse! There are plenty there who can rebuild better than I. Instead, I shall work to rebuild the country of my dear, close friend, Cherche!
  • Cherche: Why, Stahl, that's very sweet of you. But, I think you made a mistake. The gift of the handkerchief is only significant when exchanged between women. From a woman to a man, it has no meaning at all. ...Well, other than a nice gift.
  • Stahl: O-oh, is that true? Oh, gosh, it is, isn't it? Blast, this is MOST embarrassing... Why didn't I read that passage more carefully?
  • Cherche: It's quite all right. I'm flattered you thought to read about my country at all. Besides, who cares if you don't know all the ins and outs of my culture? You're pleased to be my friend, and that's all that matters. I would be happy to call you the same.
  • Stahl: I'd like that very much.
  • Cherche: Friendship is the best way to build bridges between cultures, don't you think?
  • Stahl: Absolutely!

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Cherche, do you have a moment?
  • Cherche: Yes, what's on your mind?
  • Stahl: I wanted to apologize again for not knowing about the handkerchief thing.
  • Cherche: Don't be silly! What's a little mistake between friends anyway?
  • Stahl: We have become good friends, haven't we?
  • Cherche: You sound almost...dissatisfied about that. Or is that your naturally furrowed brow?
  • Stahl: I think you have the right of it, Cherche. Dissatisfaction, I mean.
  • Cherche: What are you saying?
  • Stahl: Cherche, when I'm with you, I want something more than friendship. I misinterpreted your gift last time, but this time there can be no mistake. So...here.
  • Cherche: You're giving me a ring?
  • Stahl: It's an Ylissean custom. It means I want to marry you.
  • Cherche: I know. We have the same custom in Valm.
  • Stahl: Great. Then my intention should be crystal clear! I love you, Cherche, and friendship just isn't enough anymore. I want us to be man and wife, and maybe raise a family together. I want your home to be my home, and I want to help rebuild your country. What do you say, Cherche? Shall we build a future together?
  • Cherche: You look worried again.
  • Stahl: Er, I was going for more of an earnest and beseeching kind of thing...
  • Cherche: Yes, I see it now. A pleading look, especially around the eyes. Are you sure you want to abandon Ylisee and throw in your lot with Valm? When your ardor cools and reality sets in, you may well regret your decision.
  • Stahl: The ring symbolizes a lifelong oath. I shall not break it.
  • Cherche: Then I must make a promise, too. Stahl, I will love you and honor you for the rest of my life.
  • Stahl: Y-you will? Oh, thank you, Cherche! You won't regret this!
  • Cherche: I know. Because if you break your oath, I'll have Minerva devour you whole.
  • Stahl: Oh, my! Is that another one of Valm's customs? Never fear my love—that is certainly not going to be necessary!
  • Cherche: Good! Then we're agreed.

With VaikeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Egads, lady! That STINGS!
  • Cherche: Hush. That's how you know it's working.
  • Vaike: Your bedside manner could do with a bit of work.
  • Cherche: You're the one who tried to fight my poor wyvern, Minerva, with your bare hands! If I hadn't come along when I did—
  • Vaike: If you hadn't come along, I woulda won! I was just linin' up my finishin' blow.
  • Cherche: Is this when you were curled on the ground with your hands over your head? Or when you were running amok like a sad, headless chicken?
  • Vaike: H-hey! How long were you watchin' ol' Teach, anyway?
  • Cherche: Oh, look. Another cut. Let me just...
  • Vaike: YEEEEEE-OWCH!
  • Cherche: Hee hee! Now, the next time you fancy wrestling a wyvern, don't expect me to save you. Stay away from the stables unless you want to serve as Minerva's supper.
  • Vaike: Bah! That dumb lizard just got lucky. Next time I'll show her who's number one!
  • Cherche: ...Number one in her feed bowl, perhaps.

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Vaike? What are you doing to Minerva?
  • Vaike: Huh? Me? With Minerva? Well, I, uh... Oh, you mean THIS Minerva! ...Yeah, I ain't doin' nothin'.
  • Cherche: Then why are you crouched in the mud while she stands over you and drools? Down, Minerva! Down! ...That's a good wyvern. Why, I do believe she's playing with you! I haven't seen her this excited since the time she brought down that wild griffon.
  • Vaike: Yeah, well, ya know how it is. Mutual respect grows when ya fight with folks and...all that. Ain't that right, Minerva? Har har har!
  • Cherche: Are you saying you've learned to communicate with my Minerva? This is really quite amazing. She's actually taken a shine to you!
  • Vaike: Yeah, but you're still number one in her book.
  • Cherche: Well, I'm glad you two are getting along.
  • Vaike: That's us, all right! Bosom buddies! Thicker'n thieves! Pals for life!
  • Cherche: ..... Just don't get TOO friendly with her. She's MY wyvern, remember?
  • Vaike: Wh-what? Har har! No! Ol' Teach wouldn't dream of it.
  • Cherche: ...Now will you please clamber out of the mud and come over here? You've picked up a few more scratches from your latest play session.
  • Vaike: You ain't gonna use more of that stingy stuff, are ya?
  • Cherche: We'll see...

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: So? How was your first experience riding on the back of a wyvern?
  • Vaike: It was amazin'! Everybody looks so tiny from up there!
  • Cherche: I'm astonished she trusts you enough to let you ride on her back. You two have truly formed a special bond.
  • Vaike: Well, I've been feedin' her and givin' her water and cleanin' out her stable, so...
  • Cherche: Is that so? Why, thank you, Vaike.
  • Vaike: Aw, it's my pleasure! Anythin' to help out a friend, right? ...Heh. I used to think wyverns were hideous lookin', but Minerva's just a big ol' puppy!
  • Cherche: It's true—they really are the most adorable creatures around! We've been together for over 10 years, and she's more beautiful than ever.
  • Vaike: Wait a second! You were ridin' Minerva back when you were a kid?! How's that possible? And where'd ya get her, anyway?
  • Cherche: I met her when I wondered into Wyvern Valley.
  • Vaike: Blisterin' behemoths! You entered that chasm of horror ALONE? As a KID?!
  • Cherche: I wanted to have an adventure. Minerva was just a baby then, with the cutest round eyes!
  • Vaike: That's...kind of amazin'. Okay, so you brought her home, right? What then? Didja fight duels to get to know each other or what?
  • Cherche: Not exactly. I was training to be a cleric at the time and used a very heavy staff. Whenever she misbehaved, I'd just bonk her on the head. Soon she was meek as a bunny, and I was riding her to school.
  • Vaike: That musta been a handful for your teachers...
  • Cherche: Ever since then, Minerva and I have been simply inseparable. Oh, I forgot—I also apologized for bonking her on the head.
  • Vaike: Beautiful, smart, funny, AND kind! You are some woman, Cherche!
  • Cherche: Sir, you should know that flattery will get you nowhere with me.
  • Vaike: It ain't flattery! It's the truth! Seriously. Ol' Teach ain't bright enough to think up flattery on the spot like that.

S SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Heya, Cherche.
  • Cherche: Oh, hello, Vaike. Are you here to see Minerva?
  • Vaike: Nope. I'm here to see you. Actually, uh... I've kinda been usin' Minerva as an excuse for awhile now. I just like bein' around ya, ya know? You're smart, and funny, and... I dunno. I like it.
  • Cherche: So you made friends with Minerva in order to get closer to me?
  • Vaike: I wasn't tryin' to deceive ya or nothin'! I just couldn't think of a better plan.
  • Cherche: How delightful!
  • Vaike: Look, I... I kinda got ya somethin'. Ordered it special and everythin'. It's a ring. See, I was hopin' ya might... I dunno. Marry me?
  • Cherche: Why, that's very sweet, Vaike. But what about Minerva?
  • Vaike: Oh, she'd be part of the family, too!
  • Cherche: Are you sure you want the responsibility? Feed costs alone are a tremendous burden. You can't just let her fly around and pick up random animals off the hillsides.
  • Vaike: Oh, that ain't good. I've been lettin' her roast wild boars and stuff. But, uh, sure! If you want it, I'll buy her the finest wyvern chow around!
  • Cherche: Oh, and we'll need a house that has enough room for all three of us.
  • Vaike: Gods' beards! That's a huge house! I suppose I'll have to build it... But, uh, can it maybe wait until after the war?
  • Cherche: That should be fine. Oh, wait! Another thing...
  • Vaike: Monkey meat, there's MORE?! listen, I don't mind—
  • Cherche: Hee hee hee! I'm just joking, Vaike. ...About everything. As long as you promise to be kind to Minerva, that's all either of us needs.
  • Vaike: Well, that's a relief! I thought you were gonna make a pauper out of the Vaike! So will ya marry me, then?
  • Cherche: How could I possibly turn you down? Of course I will!
  • Vaike: Aw, ya just made me the happiest man in the realm! I can't wait to see Chrom's face when I tell him I'VE got the prettiest girl!
  • Cherche: Oh, Vaike. Minerva will be so pleased you said that about her!
  • Vaike: I wasn't talkin' about the wyvern...

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: That's your claws trimmed. Now spread your wings so I can wash underneath... That's it. Good girl, Minerva!
  • (Miriel appears)
  • Miriel: ...?
  • Cherche: Oh, hello, Miriel. How long have you been standing there staring at Minerva? You seem utterly entranced. Do you like wyverns?
  • Miriel: No. Not at all.
  • Cherche: Oh, all right... You don't have to be so blunt about it, you know.
  • Miriel: ...My apologies. I was absorbed in my observations and forgot others desire a modicum of tact. That wyvern you have there appears to comprehend human speech.
  • Cherche: She's a very smart girl.
  • Miriel: I've read reports which claimed that ancient dragons possessed the power of language. However, I'd not heart that living wyverns were capable of such feats.
  • Cherche: Well, sounds like you've stumbled upon the discovery of the century, then!
  • Miriel: Perhaps. Although it will still need to be peer-reviewed before publication. Will you allow me to continue observing the creature and further expand my thesis?
  • Cherche: Sure, we wouldn't mind that. Would we, Minerva? ...... She says that would be fine. ...She also likes your hat.
  • Miriel: Fascinating.

B SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Now, Minerva. What's this?
  • Cherche: ...She says it's an apple. Did I tell you she loves apples? Her favorite snacks are live goats, but apples run a close second.
  • Miriel: I see. Tell me, Minerva, how old are you now?
  • Cherche: ...She says she just turned 20.
  • Miriel: Interesting.
  • Cherche: So, what do you say, Miriel? Ready to go public with the discovery of the century?
  • Miriel: No. I'm afraid I will have to rewrite my entire thesis based on new information.
  • Cherche: Oh? How so?
  • Miriel: It is clear the subject, Minerva, does in fact respond to human language. However, there is no causational evidence that she understands the words themselves. It is also evident that you and the beast share a special and unique bond. Most-like this connection enables a mutural grasp of thoughts, emotions, and intent. In conclusion, there is but one rational explanation for Minerva's apparent skill. The answer lies with you, rather than the wyvern.
  • Cherche: With...me?
  • Miriel: You are the only person able to engage in this direct communication. Other humans can no more talk to Minerva than to a lizard or squirrel. Rather than a talking wyvern, I believe I've discovered a human that speaks wyvern.
  • Cherche: That's not so special. Many humans say they can communicate with their pets.
  • Miriel: Hmm... I'd not considered it in such a light. Clearly more investigation is warranted.

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Hmm. It appears that Cherche is absent today.
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Miriel: Two decibels louder and you would have caused permanent hearing loss, Minerva. I assume you are expressing displeasure caused from hunger, yes? I have an apple here in my sleeve. Would you like it? ...... ...... Could you please release my arm from your jaws before it is torn off?
  • (Cherche appears)
  • Cherche: Minerva, stop that! Let go of her arm! Oh, I'm SO sorry, Miriel! Are you all right?
  • Miriel: I am fine. Clearly she meant no injury, elsewise I would be less the arm.
  • Cherche: Hee hee...
  • Miriel: I fail to see the humor in the situation. Were I a barrister, I could take you for all that you were worth.
  • Cherche: I'm sorry. I was just thinking how nice it is that you two have become friends.
  • Miriel: Friends? Do you think so?
  • Cherche: How did you know she was hungry otherwise?
  • Miriel: It was a logical assumption. ...Wait. No, it was not. Fascinating. Perhaps I am acquiring your knowledge of wyvernspeak?
  • Cherche: Nope. It just means that when you get to know a wyvern, you start to understand her.
  • Miriel: I'd not considered that such a thing might be possible for the layperson.
  • Cherche: Apparently so.
  • Miriel: How utterly fascinating! I must now expand my investigation to include myself as a subject. That is, if you will allow me to continue to interact with Minerva? In fact, I hope you will be my partner in what is becoming a fruitful field of inquiry!
  • Cherche: Well, it's not just up to me.
  • Miriel: Ah, of course. ...Minerva, will you continue to help in my research?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Miriel: ...... I believe that was affirmative.
  • Cherche: It certainly was!

With KellamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Let's see... Yes, that's everything. Time to saddle up and head out!
  • Kellam: Cherche, wait! Before you go—I wonder if you could take these trousers to the tailor? They need patching.
  • Cherche: You mean this little tear? I can patch that myself.
  • Kellam: Oh, but would you mind?
  • Cherche: Ha! I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't offering, Kellam.
  • Kellam: Wow, thanks. I'm terrible at sewing. Last time, I nearly took my eye out with a needle.
  • Cherche: Well, I'm sure there are plenty of other things you can do well.
  • Kellam: I guess. But I was always jealous of folks who knew how to stitch their own clothes.
  • Cherche: I'm surprised a cute young lad like you didn't have a girl to do it for him.
  • Kellam: *Gulp* C-cute?!
  • Cherche: Surely you know how ridiculously adorable that armor of yours is. The village girls must have fawned all over you!
  • Kellam: My armor is...adorable?
  • Cherche: Anyway, I must be off. Don't want to be late for the market!
  • Kellam: Wait a second! What's this about my armor?!

B SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Um, Cherche? I brought my trousers.
  • Cherche: Oh, look. It's the boy in the adorable armor!
  • Kellam: That's not what people call me, is it?
  • Cherche: No, but in my opinion, it's the perfect name for you.
  • Kellam: Oh. Well, um, thanks, I guess. Anyway, I brought my trousers.
  • Cherche: Let me see... Oh, that's nothing. I'll have it fixed in a jiffy.
  • Kellam: Thanks so much. Sorry again to ask you to do it.
  • Cherche: I don't mind at all. Oh, but while I'm at it, why don't I spruce up your armor, too?
  • Kellam: Spruce it up?
  • Cherche: Sure! A couple changes here and there would make it look really convincing! Say a few steel spikes on the shoulders? You'd look just like a real barbarian.
  • Kellam: Land sakes, no!
  • Cherche: Not even if they're long and pointy?
  • Kellam: Especially if they're long and pointy!

A SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Cherche, why don't you let me go to the market today?
  • Cherche: Really? Why?
  • Kellam: You're not well. I can tell. I've been watching you all day.
  • Cherche: Well, I was trying not to let it show, but I AM feeling a bit under the weather... Are you sure you don't mind?
  • Kellam: Of course not! Golly, Cherche, you're always so nice to me. It's the least I can do.
  • Cherche: You know, Kellam, I've been thinking we should spend more time together. That is, if you wouldn't mind.
  • Kellam: You and me?
  • Cherche: Maybe this fever is making me a bit dizzy and foolish... But I can't help thinking how nice it would be if we were a bit closer. Something about you and that adorable armor makes me feel...safe.
  • Kellam: I'd love to spend more time together! Heck, I owe you for the trousers.
  • Cherche: Great! Then a bit closer we shall be!

S SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Cherche? I have something I want to give you.
  • Cherche: Do you need more mending done?
  • Kellam: No, I, uh... Well, I made you this ring.
  • Cherche: Why, Kellam!
  • Kellam: Did I do something wrong? I know it's not the best ring ever, but we can change it if you—
  • Cherche: No! It's absolutely lovely! The ring is not the issue. But Kellam, you have to understand: I'm a knight, and always will be. Cast your lot with me, and you'll never know peace and quiet again.
  • Kellam: Just being in your presence gives me all the peace I need. Since we've become close, I hardly mind the rigors of travel or the turmoil of war. Heck, I don't care if rocks fall on my head, as long as you're with me! Well, not WITH me. I mean, I don't want rocks falling on YOUR head... A-anyway, well you take the ring?
  • Cherche: Oh, Kellam. Of course I will. Let us be partners-in-arms forever!

With DonnelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Donnel: You mind if I ask ya a question here, Cherche?
  • Cherche: Go ahead.
  • Donnel: I hear there's a girl in Valm what can whup a wyvern in a fight. That true?
  • Cherche: I assume you mean a human girl? If so, I doubt it. I've certainly never heard of such an extraordinary person.
  • Donnel: Haw! Yeah, I figured it was just some fool spinnin' tales.
  • Cherche: Who told you this, anyway?
  • Donnel: Some old merchant what claimed he'd been travelin' back and forth to Valm. He used to visit our village to sell goodies. Tonics what make ya taller and the like. It was quite the tale he told, though. 'Bout the wyvern girl, I mean. 'Parently, she wondered into Wyvern Valley when she was only nine! She whupped up on a wyvern there and then rode the poor fella all the way home. Haw, guess that tale's worth as much as the dang tonic he sold me. I mean, what sad excuse for a wyvern would go and get tamed by a little girl?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Minerva? What's the matter?
  • Donnel: Don't reckon it was somethin' I said, do ya?
  • Cherche: I can't imagine what it might—Minerva, stop that at once! You mustn't eat poor Donnel!
  • Donnel: YEE-IKES! Yer beast is crazy, lady! I'm gonna make like a chicken and fly!
  • (Donnel leaves)
  • Cherche: Minerva! Bad wyvern! What has gotten into you?

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Er, Donnel. About our last conversation... I think I know who the girl in that story might have been.
  • Donnel: Huh? But I thought we decided it was a load of horse pucky?
  • Cherche: Yes, except... Well, all the events in the story happened to me.
  • Donnel: You?!
  • Cherche: Yes. I believe that the old man's story is about the first time I met little Minerva. Heh. I never thought the tale would be recounted across the land!
  • Donnel: So you're the legendary wyvern-subjugatin' gal?
  • Cherche: You sound disappointed. Not what you were expecting?
  • Donnel: Gosh, no! I'm thrilled to bits! Even got the goose bumps on my arm!
  • Cherche: So you have.
  • Donnel: I don't reckon you'd mind if I maybe hung out with ya for a spell? ...Wouldja?
  • Cherche: Why?
  • Donnel: 'Cause if I watch ya, I could try'n learn how to be as famous as you! Whuppin' wyverns, tamin' wild beasts... Why, gals'll be swoonin' at my feet!
  • Cherche: Well, I'm not sure. We'll have to see what Minerva thinks. ...Well, girl?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: ...You have her permission.
  • Donnel: Yee-haw! This'll be swell!
  • Cherche: You don't mind being so close to Minerva, do you? She rarely leaves my side.
  • Donnel: Well, I worked with livestock 'fore, so I reckon I can get used to it.

A SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Cherche, I've done yer laundry and finished yer mendin'!
  • Cherche: Thank you, Donny. Also, it's feeding time for Minerva. Would you mind seeing to her?
  • Donnel: Okeydoke!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Donnel: ...Hey, there, girl! How ya doin'? Gosh, look at all'a them teeth. You sure are a fierce one! I can't believe you really let a little nine-year-old put a whuppin' on you...
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Donnel: Oh, gotcha. You're busy eatin'. I'll leave ya to it.
  • Cherche: Heh. You two are getting along famously now.
  • Donnel: I made sure to do just how you did, and she cozied right on up to me. Not to mention I've learned cookin', and cleanin', and how to use a needle!
  • Cherche: But you'd rather know how I defeated the wyvern than learn household chores, right?
  • Donnel: See, I been thinkin' about that. You don't treat her anythin' like a regular ol' horse. I reckon you two are more like old friends than master and servant. I sure do envy it. I was never friendly with my mule back on the farm. Don't s'pose you'd tell me how ya managed to earn her trust?
  • Cherche: Through the same bonds of friendship that made you part of our little group, Don't you notice how close you've become to Minerva? ...And to me?
  • Donnel: Aw, shucks. But yer so pretty and kind, and I'm just a big lug from the sticks. ...Ya really think we're becomin' friends?
  • Cherche: Oh, I know we are.
  • Donnel: Gosh, how excitin'! Donnel Tinhead, friends with the famous wyvern subduer!
  • Cherche: And the wyvern, too...

S SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Hey-ho, hey-ho... *pant, pant* Just...a bit farther...
  • Cherche: Goodness, what an enormous metal ring! It must weigh half a ton! Why don't you ask Minerva to help you carry it?
  • Donnel: That's the thing...it's a present FOR Minerva... *pant* A surprise, like! Reckon I better take a break... 'fore I hurt my back... *Thunk* Phew! That's better.
  • Cherche: Did you say this is a present for Minerva?
  • Donnel: I'm givin' it to her as a symbol of the friendship what growed between us!
  • Cherche: Donnel, this is a bit upsetting... Minerva gets a present, but I don't?
  • Donnel: Actually, I got one for you, too. ...Ain't quite as big, obviously. But givin' a lady a ring is a mighty big thing, so I been frettin' somethin' fierce! What if ya don't like it? What if ya turn me down?
  • Cherche: I'm just relieved you're not asking my wyvern to marry you...
  • Donnel: Lordy, Cherche! That ain't ever gonna happen. There's only one gal for me!
  • Cherche: ...Well, it is a lovely ring, Donnel. Do you mind if I put it on?
  • Donnel: N-no. Course not.
  • Cherche: ...It's a perfect fit.
  • Donnel: G-gosh! Seein' that on your finger makes me happier'n I been my whole life!
  • Cherche: And I as well. But I don't think it's fair we keep all this joy to ourselves, do you? Let's go find Minerva and hand over her present.
  • Donnel: You got it!

With Lon'quEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Say, Lon'qu?
  • Lon'qu: What?
  • Cherche: This might be a strange question, but... Did you grow up in the slums? Living in the streets?
  • Lon'qu: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • Cherche: Oh. Then it must have been a different Lon'qu.
  • Lon'qu: Must have been.
  • Cherche: But you did know a young girl called Ke'ri, didn't you?
  • Lon'qu: Where did you hear that name?!
  • Cherche: Ah ha! It was you that they told me about!
  • Lon'qu: Who is they? What is the meaning of all this?!
  • Cherche: I met Ke'ri's parents. A while back, when I was in Regna Ferox with Minerva. I saved them from a pack of bandits outside the town. They told me that their daughter had been killed by the very same outlaws. Later I heard a young boy named Lon'qu was with her at the time. ...And that he fought like a demon in a vain attempt to protect her. Naturally, when I was introduced to you, I started thinking—
  • Lon'qu: I fought, yes. But in the end, it was she who died protecting me. Her mother and father hated me. They blamed me for her death. I was a homeless boy from the slums, and I stole their only daughter.
  • Cherche: Actually, about that—
  • Lon'qu: Enough. I cannot bear to speak of it. I would like to be alone now.
  • (Lon'qu leaves)
  • Cherche: Wait, Lon'qu! There's more to the tale than you know...

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Lon'qu?
  • Lon'qu: You again. Begone!
  • Cherche: We have to talk. There's more to the story of Ke'ri and her parents.
  • Lon'qu: Even so, I have no wish to hear it. If there is any mercy in your heart, you will leave the matter be.
  • Cherche: You will want to hear this.
  • Lon'qu: I think not!
  • Cherche: Her parents did not hate you, Lon'qu. They were grateful to you. It's true that when Ke'ri was killed, they blamed you for her death. But then they learned how desperately you tried to save her. And when you vanished from the slum, they knew that it was their fault.
  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Cherche: Soon after Ke'ri died, they found her diary. They discovered what a good friend you had been to her.
  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Cherche: Your friendship made her happy, and that, in turn, made them happy. So they don't hate you. Not anymore. And I know they would want you to know that.
  • Lon'qu: ...... Thank you for delivering the message.
  • Cherche: It's my pleasure.
  • Lon'qu: It is...good to be forgiven. And yet, I doubt this wound can ever truly heal.
  • (Lon'qu leaves)
  • Cherche: *Sigh*

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: You look to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Lon'qu.
  • Lon'qu: I am the same as always.
  • Cherche: I know you better than that. You're distracted by something. I mean, Minerva is right behind you and you haven't even noticed!
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Lon'qu: Agh! Wh-what fool's game are you playing?!
  • Cherche: Heh. Well, that woke you up a little. Listen, Lon'qu. I dredged up a past you wanted to forget, and I'm sorry.
  • Lon'qu: Do not apologize. You were right to talk to me, and I'm glad to know the truth. When you spoke of her parent's forgiveness, I thought it would only bring more pain. But, since then, the nightmares that plague me have become...fewer.
  • Cherche: Nightmares?
  • Lon'qu: Many a night have I been forced to relive the moment she died protecting me. Ke'ri died because she was my friend. Never again shall I repeat that mistake. I vowed that I would let no one get close enough to be hurt by me again.
  • Cherche: ...So this is why you fear to have contact with women.
  • Lon'qu: My nightmares will never fade completely, nor will my fear of friendship and love. But for the first time, I can imagine a future that might be different. Thank you, Cherche.
  • Cherche: I only told you what I knew. ...But perhaps, if you would allow, we can try to cure the remaining hurt together? For a start, we could go for a ride on Minerva. Perhaps even bring a picnic—
  • Lon'qu: I am...not ready.
  • Cherche: Oh. Yes, of course not.
  • Lon'qu: But, if you can think of something else that might help...
  • Cherche: I will let you know.

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: All right, here we go. Let me know the moment you start to feel queasy.
  • Lon'qu: I am ready.
  • Cherche: Hmm... I'm not sure the best place to start. Where does one touch a deadly swordsman who does not want to be touched? What do you think, Minerva?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Lon'qu: Please just get on with it.
  • Cherche: Now, Lon'qu, don't be so impatient. Minerva and I are discussing the best place to begin your aversion therapy. I bet the head would be very scary for you. ...Huh? Lon'qu? What are you doing with my hand?
  • Lon'qu: We'll be standing here all day if I don't take the initiative. Does it displease you when I hold your hand like this?
  • Cherche: No, not at all. But you're the one we should be worried about. Are you feeling all right?
  • Lon'qu: At first it was difficult, but now it feels almost...peaceful. I don't think I could do this with any other woman but you.
  • Cherche: Well, this is progress!
  • Lon'qu: Tell me, Cherche. Why do you help me? What have I done to deserve it?
  • Cherche: Can't I do it out of the goodness of my own heart?
  • Lon'qu: Few in this world would ever be so decent. Cherche, I want you to have this.
  • Cherche: A ring? Does this mean...
  • Lon'qu: You have healed the wounds in my heart and replaced them with love. For the first time, I can see a future in which I am not alone. Will you join me in this adventure? Will you marry me?
  • Cherche: Gladly!
  • Lon'qu: I was afraid you'd say no.
  • Cherche: And I was afraid you'd never ask! Right, Minerva?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: ...Oh, dear. She says that if you let me down, she'll bite your limbs off.
  • Lon'qu: Don't worry. I shall not give Minerva any reason to turn on me.

With RickenEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Cherche! Can I ask you for a big, humongous favor?
  • Cherche: Well, you can ask, but I can't make any promises.
  • Ricken: Can I pet your wyvern?
  • Cherche: What?
  • Ricken: Aw, nuts. I can't, right? I knew it...
  • Cherche: Hold now. I was just surprised, is all. You can pet her as much as you like. Minerva IS very cute. I'm surprised more people don't ask to play with her.
  • Ricken: Cute? More like utterly terrifying!
  • Cherche: Terrifying? MY Minerva?
  • Ricken: Er, uh, right! Cute it is, then! ...Also totally scary.
  • Cherche: Well, I suppose she is a little bit scary. But you still want to pet her anyway?
  • Ricken: Yep! I love animals. I'm like a monster whisperer or something. I've never touched a wyvern before, but I bet we'll be best friends anyway. In fact, I think I have the makings of a first-class wyvern rider!
  • Cherche: Oh, do you now?
  • Ricken: Yep! For a monster whisperer like me, riding a wyvern should be easy as pie!
  • Cherche: Ah, the arrogance of youth...

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Thanks for letting me play with Minerva again today.
  • Cherche: Yes, she seems to be growing used to your visits.
  • Ricken: Yeah. I think I'm ready to get my own wyvern and become a wyvern rider! I mean, Minerva loves me, so I'm sure other wyverns would go crazy for me too!
  • Cherche: I'm going to be blunt because I want to save you future disappointment. If I wasn't around to calm Minerva, she likely would have eaten you by now.
  • Ricken: Soooo, what you're saying is, we're NOT forming a bond and becoming best pals?
  • Cherche: No, I'm afraid not. Why are you so fixated on becoming a wyvern rider anyway?
  • Ricken: I dunno. I guess because I feel kind of useless in battle. I mean, I can use magic and stuff, but that's all I'm really good at. So I thought maybe riding a wyvern would make me...more helpful.
  • Cherche: I understand you want to be an important part of the army. But the way to do that is to specialize in one particular area. Do you dislike your magic studies and training?
  • Ricken: No, I love it!
  • Cherche: Well, there's your answer. You should strive to be the greatest mage you can be! If you love what you do, you're already halfway to mastering it.
  • Ricken: Yeah, I guess you're probably right. Thanks for the advice, Cherche!

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Cherche. Do you mind if I try touching Minerva again?
  • Cherche: Of course not. In fact, I probably don't even need to be there this time. She's taken quite a shine to you.
  • Ricken: Really? That's great! Maybe I won't ever be a wyvern rider, but at least I'll have a wyvern friend!
  • Cherche: And while we're on the topic, I'm sorry I spoke so negatively about your prospects.
  • Ricken: Hey, it's always better to hear the truth and make your peace, right? I have to learn to be stronger and more powerful so I can help everyone. Can't very well do that if I waste all my time chasing stupid dreams!
  • Cherche: I don't think it's stupid, Ricken. Just a tad unrealistic.
  • Ricken: My ultimate goal is to become Chrom's right-hand man and most trusted ally. His stalwart aide and the mightiest arrow in his quiver! Then maybe people will start looking up to me and my family.
  • Cherche: Do people disparage your family? But, I thought you were...
  • Ricken: What, a noble? Oh, sure. We've got fancy shields and a castle and all that. It's just that in recent years we've fallen on hard times, money-wise.
  • Cherche: So all your attempts at self-improvement are to uphold the honour of your house? ...Perhaps I haven't given you enough credit, Ricken.
  • Ricken: Aw, shucks. It's not like I've actually done anything yet.

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Ricken? I made you a new hat. Would you like to try it on?
  • Ricken: You made duds just for me?
  • Cherche: Well, you're always trying so hard to do your best, I thought you deserved a reward.
  • Ricken: Wow, thanks so much, Cherche! No one's ever done anything like this for me before!
  • Cherche: Well, I'm glad you're pleased.
  • Ricken: So, um, I have something for you, too.
  • Cherche: Oh? This is a surprise.
  • Ricken: Yeah, so, um...here.
  • Cherche: What a beautiful ring! But—
  • Ricken: It's my most treasured heirloom. It's been in our family for generations.
  • Cherche: Ricken, I can't possibly accept such a precious gift.
  • Ricken: No, you don't understand. It has to stay in the family forever. ...Forever.
  • Cherche: Oh, heavens.
  • Ricken: Wait, lemme guess. You're going to laugh now, right?
  • Cherche: Of course not. Such a serious proposal demands a serious reply. You do realize that marrying me involves...different responsibilities, yes?
  • Ricken: Oh, I know. And I promise that I'll look after you AND Minerva. My best years are still ahead of me, you know?
  • Cherche: I've no doubt you will go on to do many amazing things, Ricken. And Minerva and I would very much like to be a part of it.
  • Ricken: So does that mean you'll say yes?
  • Cherche: You have grown into a fine man, Ricken. And we will have a spectacular wedding!

With GaiusEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Hello, Gaius. Where are you sneaking off to?
  • Gaius: Just taking a quick stroll around the perimeter. I want to make sure there aren't any enemies sneaking up on us.
  • Cherche: Such diligence should help us all sleep easier at night.
  • Gaius: Heh, first time a lady's ever said THAT to me. ...Still, thanks.
  • Cherche: Of course. You're a seasoned rogue and a man of the world. I envy your experience. I honestly believe you are one of the most important cogs in the Shepherd machine!
  • Gaius: Never been called a cog before, either. But thanks again.
  • Cherche: Which is why I want to put that worldly experience and wisdom to better use.
  • Gaius: ...Yep. Right on schedule.
  • Cherche: What do you mean?
  • Gaius: You don't butter up a guy like that unless you want something.
  • Cherche: My but you ARE a sharp one. ...And I meant that sincerely. Well, I might as well get on with it. I've been hearing rumors about you.
  • Gaius: Oh? Do tell.
  • Cherche: I hear you're planning to sneak away from camp and abandon the Shepherds.
  • Gaius: I see. So you came all the way out here to see if I'd do a runner.
  • Cherche: I had to know if the rumors were true.
  • Gaius: Look, the next time you have a question about my motivations, just ask. I like a compliment as much as the next guy, but we could've saved a lot of time here.
  • Cherche: You're not angry?
  • Gaius: All part of being a thief. If I got burned every time someone spied on me, I wouldn't last a week.
  • Cherche: I see. Well, in the future, I shall be certain not to let you discover me.
  • Gaius: Wouldn't it be easier to just stop spying on me?
  • Cherche: Hee hee. I'm not too sure about that...

B SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Where'd you get that, Cherche?
  • Cherche: This spear? I purchased it from a traveling smith the other day.
  • Gaius: You mean One-Eyed Mort? Ha! I'd steer clear of that trickster. I've seen theater troupes that wouldn't use the gear he sells.
  • Cherche: Now that you mention it, it is rather crudely constructed. I suspect I'll need a replacement in the not-too-distant future.
  • Gaius: Tell you what. Why don't I lend you mine for a spell, and I'll try to fix that one up.
  • Cherche: You can use a forge?
  • Gaius: I've been around the block a time or two.
  • Cherche: Thank you. You really are a most useful man to have around.
  • Gaius: Hey, you're the one who has to hold the front line in battle. If your weapon falls apart, who'll save me from being poked full of holes?
  • Cherche: So your helping me is just enlightened self-interest?
  • Gaius: Nothing more, nothing less.
  • Cherche: You'd like me to think that, wouldn't you? And yet, I wager that beneath your gruff exterior hides a heart of gold!
  • Gaius: Look, just give me the spear.
  • Cherche: I look forward to seeing your handiwork.
  • Gaius: And I look forward to showing it to you.

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gaius, would you mind taking a look at my armor?
  • Gaius: ...Whoa. Did you take on a whole company in this stuff or what? A fix like this is out of my league, sorry to say. Better take it to a professional and see what he says.
  • Cherche: Oh. Well, thank you anyway.
  • Gaius: You impress me, Cherche. I mean it. Very few people have the courage to throw themselves into battle like you.
  • Cherche: I'd not call it courage so much as simple self-preservation. Truth be told, I hate all this fighting.
  • Gaius: Yet you're always in the thick of it.
  • Cherche: This war has scattered my family and friends, Driven them from their homes. Unless we see this through, none of us will ever go home again.
  • Gaius: Is that what you're fighting for? To be reunited with friends and family?
  • Cherche: If we lose, I might never see them again, and I can't bear that prospect. So long as I still have strength to bear a weapon, I shall stand and fight.
  • Gaius: People all have their reasons, don't they?
  • Cherche: And what of you, Gaius? You seem a pragmatic man above all else. Am I safe in assuming you fight for survival in place of a greater cause?
  • Gaius: More or less.
  • Cherche: It's more than reason enough, Gaius. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find that armorer.
  • (Cherche leaves)
  • Gaius: ...You know, I USED to think it was reason enough. Cherche has family waiting for her. She has a home to go back to. And if she dies, a whole lot of folks are going to feel it... Well, cripes. I guess I know what I gotta do...

S SupportEdit

  • Gaius: That last scrap was touch and go for a while, huh?
  • Cherche: For you, perhaps. You were so intent on protecting me, you almost got killed. I thought you were fighting to survive. What inspired this new found recklessness?
  • Gaius: Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to start indulging in pointless heroics. But I've got a new mission now, see? I just... I want to make sure you make it home.
  • Cherche: It's wonderful to have such a stalwart champion, but I'm loath to see you hurt. So if you can stop hurling yourself in front of blows meant for me, I'd appreciate it.
  • Gaius: I'll try to be a shade more careful. How's that?
  • Cherche: I don't understand, Gaius. Why the sudden interest in my welfare? I'd always assumed you thieves didn't go much for altruism.
  • Gaius: It's not altruism if you care about the person.
  • Cherche: What do you mean?
  • Gaius: It means... Well, it's like... Look, I don't know. I'm not much good at giving fancy speeches. Maybe this'll explain things better.
  • Cherche: ...A ring? Gaius, did you craft this?
  • Gaius: Yeah, I did. See, I just... I thought I could protect you better if we were married. I know us thieves have a poor record when it comes to honesty, right? But this is from the heart, Cherche. I'm all in for you, if you'll have me.
  • Cherche: I... I believe you, Gaius. You've repaired my weapons, acted as my shield, and fought bravely by my side. How could I say no?
  • Gaius: Now that's what a sly dog like me likes to hear!
  • Cherche: I must say, It's pleasant to have such a frank conversation with you.
  • Gaius: Well, we could have done this earlier if you weren't so intent on spying on me.
  • Cherche: Yes. I believe I owe you an apology for that.
  • Gaius: Already forgiven.

With GregorEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gregor, I wouldn't stand there if I were you. Minerva is coming through.
  • Gregor: Oy! If there is one thing Gregor knows, is not to get in way of mighty wyvern! But if lovely lady want to bowl Gregor over, is totally being fine with him.
  • Cherche: Careful, my amorous friend. A knock from me will set your head spinning just the same.
  • Gregor: Gregor's head always spinning in your presence!
  • Cherche: Heh... How would you like to take a trip somewhere that'll really make you dizzy?
  • Gregor: Gregor would know more...
  • Cherche: Join me for a ride on Minerva, into the open skies!
  • Gregor: You mean, go up? Up into the sky? Beautiful lady is crazy, no?
  • Cherche: Offer's still open... Going once... Going twice...
  • Gregor: Never in Gregor's life has he said no to beautiful woman. But this time...
  • Cherche: Don't tell me you're afraid of heights.
  • Gregor: When Gregor is young boy, he is stuck in top of tall tree for three days and nights.
  • Cherche: Ah, that must have been quite the uncomfortable experience.
  • Gregor: Father say, "Gregor, you must stay in tree!" He was very strict man.
  • Cherche: Why, that's terrible! You poor little—
  • Gregor: Stop! Gregor accept no pity from beautiful lady.
  • Cherche: ...Oh. Well, all right then.

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Phew. Well done, Minerva.
  • Gregor: Cherche is fighting bravely too, yes?
  • Cherche: As did you, Gregor. You were very impressive out there. Hmm? What's the matter, Minerva?
  • Gregor: ...... Ho ho ho! Yes, Minerva! You also brave and strong!
  • Cherche: Wait, you can understand her?
  • Gregor: Gregor knows wyverns. Once long ago, he visit place called Wyvern valley. Was for business. ...But not so good job. Gregor not like to think about it.
  • Cherche: What kind of business?
  • Gregor: Gregor ordered to collect claws from dead wyvern, yes? But Gregor is with wicked men. They turn mission into wyvern-hunting party. Soon, we come across mother wyvern trying to protect baby. ...Mother not make it.
  • Cherche: I see.
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Minerva! What in the world has gotten into you?!
  • Gregor: What is happening? Why she act so crazy now?!
  • Cherche: I don't know! I've not heard her cry out like this since she was a baby.
  • Gregor: ...Wait. Gregor remembers this cry. Is sounding like baby wyvern in valley.
  • Cherche: ...Oh. I...I see. Gregor, would you mind leaving us alone for awhile?
  • Gregor: Yes, Gregor melt into shadows like piece of butter.
  • (Gregor leaves)
  • Cherche: Now, Minerva. What is it you want to tell me? ...... *Gasp* ...Are you sure?

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gregor? You're going to catch a cold sleeping out here.
  • Gregor: Zzz... No, no... Gregor eat enough... Well, maybe one more pierogi... *Snort* Eh? Wha—? ...Oh, hello, Cherche. And Minerva! Why you come see Gregor?
  • Cherche: We wanted to talk to you. Is now a good time?
  • Gregor: For you, any time is good. But is Minerva sure she is wanting to talk to Gregor?
  • Cherche: Oh, it's so sweet you take her feelings into consideration. You know, Minerva, you're right. He's just like you said.
  • Gregor: Callous and heartless?
  • Cherche: Minerva told me all about what happened in wyvern valley. About how you turned against your fellow sellswords and fought them off? You saved her life, Gregor. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be with her today. We both owe you a great deal.
  • Gregor: Gregor knows what feeling is to see parents killed before own two eyes.
  • Cherche: What are you talking about?
  • Gregor: Gregor's parents were hard, but they were all he have. But one day... Well, it does not matter. Gregor could not let same thing happen to Minerva.
  • Cherche: That's why you stepped in and turned against your comrades.
  • Gregor: Gregor always do duty for employer. But that not duty. Was bad murder. Gregor could not do. Never.
  • Cherche: *Sniff* Oh, Gregor. How can we ever thank you?
  • Gregor: Stop. No crying, please. Gregor have soft spot for weeping ladies. Save tears of gratitude for when Gregor really deserves them.
  • Cherche: But, you do deserve them! And much more, besides...
  • Gregor: Oy...

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Here, Gregor. I mended your clothes. Now it's almost time for supper. What do you fancy this evening?
  • Gregor: Oy, Cherche. Is no need to pamper Gregor like he is king! You already say thanks for Minerva many, many times. So Gregor say you are welcome, and then we are even, yes?
  • Cherche: Oh, I'm not doing this for Minerva's sake. What put that idea in your head? She's perfectly capable of paying you back herself.
  • Gregor: Then why you always so nice to Gregor?
  • Cherche: Gregor, how long will you make me wait? I can't be much more obvious...
  • Gregor: Ho ho! When it comes to women, Gregor is genius of hint-spotting. Gregor is trying to overcome big challenge first, but he cannot wait. Here! Is ring for you. You will marry Gregor, yes?
  • Cherche: Oh, Gregor! Yes! I accept with all my heart! ...Er, but what's this "big challenge" that kept me waiting?
  • Gregor: If Gregor marry Cherche, then maybe he have to fly in the sky sometime, yes? So before we marry, Gregor must overcome terror of high places.
  • Cherche: Yes, that is important, isn't it? Well then, what do you say? Shall we go for a little ride?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, look! Minerva's getting excited!
  • Gregor: If gods want Gregor to fly, they give him wings for arms! Or big balloon head! ...B-but if Gregor squeeze eyes tight and be with Cherche...is maybe not so bad!

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Hee hee! Yaaaaaay! Minerva! One more time! One more time!
  • Cherche: I'm glad you and Minerva are having so much fun together, Nowi. But maybe it's time to stop wrestling and give Minerva a break. Minerva is powerful, yes, but you're a formidable foe yourself in dragon form.
  • Nowi: Oh, right. Sorry, Minerva! Did I tire you out?
  • Cherche: Poor Nowi. You still want to play, don't you?
  • Nowi: It's okay. I don't mind. Well, maybe I mind a little, but if Minerva is pooped, I'll just have to be patient.
  • Cherche: Perhaps I could take the place of Minerva?
  • Nowi: Are you crazy? I'm a dragon! I'll smoosh you into a paste!
  • Cherche: Oh, I don't know about that. I once bested Minerva, after all.
  • Nowi: What, really?
  • Cherche: Really. So you don't have to worry about scratching me with those claws, young lady.
  • Nowi: Hee hee! All right, then! Here I come!

B SupportEdit

  • Nowi: How's this? I'm not doing it too hard, am I?
  • Cherche: No, that's just perfect. Mmm, I had no idea you were so good at back massages.
  • Nowi: When you're as old as I am, you pick up lots of stuff. Anyway, I'm still really sorry I hit you so hard with my tail. I didn't think you'd go flying like that!
  • Cherche: A little to the left, please... Ahhhh, that's it. And don't worry. This isn't the first time a dragon smacked me.
  • Nowi: You know what I think? I think you made up that story about fighting Minerva. You just said that so I wouldn't feel bad about playing with you.
  • Cherche: Are you accusing me of spreading falsehoods, Nowi?
  • Nowi: What? No! ...Well, maybe a little bit. ...Okay, lift your head and turn.
  • Cherche: Oooooh, that feels good... Oh, and see the burn scar on my shoulder? Minerva did that when I captured her.
  • Nowi: Wow! You got hit by dragon fire and survived?!
  • Cherche: The thing is, when I first met Minerva, she was very weak. After that first puff, her fire was barely enough to singe my hair. If she'd been fully healthy, our fight would've turned out very differently.
  • Nowi: Hee hee. And after that first time, you grew to trust each other? Gosh, you're so lucky to have a friend like Minerva. I'm super jealous!
  • Cherche: She's a good girl to have around, that's for sure.

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Nowi? Nowi, are you all right?!
  • Nowi: Unnngh, no. But it's okay. ...D-did I lose?
  • Cherche: I'm so sorry! I thought you'd turn into a dragon before I could land my blow.
  • Nowi: Last time I was a dragon, I hit you so hard you flew into a tree. I didn't want that to happen again.
  • Cherche: That's very kind of you, Nowi. But I don't want to hurt you, either. So next time, you make sure you enter dragon form. Do you hear me?
  • Nowi: Aw, it's fine. It hardly hurt at all! Plus sometimes I... I dunno. I kind of like NOT being a dragon.
  • Cherche: Well then, maybe we could play a different game.
  • Nowi: Oh, sure! Like what?
  • Cherche: How about drawing pictures? That should be safe enough.
  • Nowi: Naw, that sounds boring. How about hide-and-seek?
  • Cherche: You don't like drawing pictures?
  • Nowi: I guess so, but then Minerva wouldn't be able to join in. Hide-and-seek is much better—all three of us can play that!
  • Cherche: Then hide-and-seek it shall be.
  • Nowi: Great! I am SO going to win!

With LibraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Libra: I say... Was that the lonesome cry of a wyvern? ...... Heavens, I do believe it's getting closer. ...Yes, there it is. My, look at all those razor-sharp teeth.
  • (Cherche appears)
  • Cherche: Minerva, stop that howling! We've heard quite enough already. I'm sorry if she startled you, Libra. ...Although, you don't seem very startled, actually.
  • Libra: Oh, it hardly bothers me. I've had plenty of past opportunities to grow used to it.
  • Cherche: You must be a seasoned adventurer, to be so complacent about wyverns!
  • Libra: Well, not wyverns specifically. But I have tangled with the occasional fell beast. Tell me, though. Is it not difficult to teach a wyvern to obey you?
  • Cherche: Well, Minerva is not my servant, Libra. She's family. If she obeys me, it's because she chooses to do so.
  • Libra: A wyvern treated as family?
  • Cherche: Is that so strange?
  • Libra: Well, I don't mean to judge you, milady, but frankly, yes. It does seem a bit strange. I didn't even think it possible to forge bonds between such disparate races. But I am glad to see it. Such open thinking embodies the word of the Ylissean faith.
  • Cherche: Oh, now you're just flattering me.
  • Libra: Flattery is a sin, milady. I would not dream of using it. But you have inspired me to follow your wonderful example. I, too, shall seek out a member of another species and attempt to befriend it!
  • (Libra leaves)
  • Cherche: ...I hope he knows what he's doing.

B SupportEdit

  • Libra: You and I shall be wonderful friends, even if you don't understand human speech! What does such a trifle matter when we are building a bridge between our very hearts?
  • Cherche: Libra? Are you speaking to that mole?
  • Libra: We are establishing a connection, milady. A meeting of the minds, if you will.
  • Cherche: ...... Going well, is it?
  • Libra: Difficult to say. I have no way to tell what the creature is actually thinking. I don't suppose you would have any advice in this arena?
  • Cherche: Not much, I'm afraid. Minerva is very good at making her feelings known. Whereas you are essentially talking to a furry beanbag.
  • Libra: *Sigh* This is harder than it looks...
  • Cherche: Well, if you like, you could try making friends with Minerva. You'd like that, wouldn't you, girl?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Libra: Gods save us! She sounds enraged!
  • Cherche: Oh no, that was her happy howl. Enraged is more...snippy. She's taken quite a liking to you. Not many can look at her without trembling in fear.
  • Libra: I appreciate the vote of confidence.
  • Cherche: See? You two are friends already, and you haven't even started yet!
  • Libra: Well, if you're sure Minerva would not mind...
  • Cherche: Not at all. And I'll be here to help out with advice and such whenever you need it. ...Or if she tries to eat you. But I doubt that'll happen.
  • Libra: I should hope not!

A SupportEdit

  • Libra: Hello, Minerva. How are you? Splendid weather, isn't it?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Libra: Ha ha. Yes, yes indeed. Cloudless skies? A dry southerly wind? It's a perfect day for an airborne tour!
  • Cherche: You two are thick as thieves, aren't you!
  • Libra: Ah, hello, Cherche. And yes, I feel we have established a true heart-to-heart connection. It's all thanks to you.
  • Cherche: Heh. I fear this is all your doing. You spend so much time with her, Minerva has grown very fond of you.
  • Libra: To think that I've become close friends with a member of another species... But, no... I mustn't think like that.
  • Cherche: Like what?
  • Libra: I fight the instinctive urge to place individuals into categories. We are all fellow creatures in the eyes of the gods. I never truly understood this until my contact with Minerva.
  • Cherche: I bet she noticed the change in your thinking. She's a very wise wyvern.
  • Libra: Indeed! I am starting to learn the truth of that. And if you don't mind me saying, I think you are very wise as well.
  • Cherche: I've learn a lot from Minerva, I imagine.
  • Libra: I do envy your relationship. I would love to be so close to her. I must continue to devote myself to building trust and friendship.
  • Cherche: I'm sure you'll succeed if you put your mind to it!

S SupportEdit

  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Libra: Hmm... That's Minerva. But something sounds wrong. ...Minerva, what is it? What happened?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Libra: ...What? It's Cherche?! She's not feeling well? Understood. I'll come right away!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Libra: Cherche!
  • Cherche: Hello, Libra. What are you doing here?
  • Libra: Minerva came to me in a panic. She said you were ill.
  • Cherche: Really? She said that?
  • Libra: Please, Cherche, what is the matter? Should I summon a doctor?
  • Cherche: A doctor will not help, I'm afraid. I suffer from an ailment of the heart.
  • Libra: Ah, I see. I believe I understand, then. ...You are in love with me.
  • Cherche: That's... Um... I had actually expected this to be somewhat more couched in metaphor... But yes, Libra. I am.
  • Libra: I see.
  • Cherche: I'm sorry. didn't mean to spring it on you so suddenly, but I couldn't—
  • Libra: Do not apologize. Your words bring joy to my heart.
  • Cherche: They do?
  • Libra: Absolutely! I would not lie to you about such a thing. I confess, in bouts of wild optimism, I prayed this day might come. And yet, I am a man poor in worldly goods, and do not have a ring to offer you.
  • Cherche: I don't need a ring, Libra. You just have to promise to love me forever!
  • Libra: Then I pledge, on bended knee, my eternal love! ...And promise to buy a ring later.

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh, hello, Henry. Have you come by to pet Minerva?
  • Henry: Sure have! She's as cute as a button, that one. ...Well, if buttons were cute. We had wyverns in Plegia, you know, and also the occasional fell beast. But we didn't have a single wyvern that was as pretty as Minerva.
  • Cherche: You're very astute. Not many humans realize how beautiful she is. They think wyverns all look the same, but people like you and I know better!
  • Henry: Yeah, it's sad that some folk can't tell the difference from one animal to the next. I mean, pegasi, wyverns, dogs, birds... They're all as different as you and me!
  • Cherche: You must really love animals.
  • Henry: Yep! I make four-legged friends wherever I go! And even some two-legged ones. I'm also pals with a three-legged bear, but that's a story for another time.
  • Cherche: I only hope you and I can become such fast friends one day. Now, why don't you slowly approach Minerva and try scratching her ear?
  • Henry: All right, here goes! Hey there, Miss Wyvern! I'm Henry. Nice to meetcha!
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Henry: Yowza! Sh-she tried to bite me! Look, I'm bleeding! Mmm, blood...
  • Cherche: Minerva! What's gotten into you?!

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Henry, I'm sorry about the other day, when Minerva almost...bit your hand off. She was terribly excited about something, but I'm not sure what.
  • Henry: Aw, it's fine. I bet I just give off some kind of animal aura. Or maybe she thought I was a big ham? I do smell kind of ham-like.
  • Cherche: In any case, I gave her a stern talking to. I don't think it'll happen again. I hope you won't hold it against her, and that you're still willing to be friends.
  • Henry: Are you kidding? Of course! Minerva and I are going to be besties for sure!
  • Cherche: I know everyone is fond of Minerva, but you seem especially attracted to her.
  • Henry: Well, when I was young, my best friend in the entire world was a giant wolf. My parents ignored me most of the time, so that wolf became my whole family. Then one day she came to visit me, and some hunters in the village... (wears a pained facial expression) They shot her full of arrows. Killed her on the spot.
  • Cherche: ...Th-that's terrible!
  • Henry: But they paid... Oh, how they paid... They paid in BLOOD. Er, but yes. None of my magic could bring my beautiful wolf friend back. So I guess that's why I hang out with you and Minerva. 'Cause it reminds me.
  • Cherche: We can never replace your wolf, but Minerva and I would love to be friends with you. In fact, we were just about to go and fly a patrol around the camp. If you have nothing else to do, you're more than welcome to join us.
  • Henry: You mean, you'll let me ride on Minerva's back?! In the SKY?! Holy horsefeathers, yes! Please let me come!
  • Cherche: Great. This will be lots of fun!

A SupportEdit

  • Henry: Cherche? Do you mind if I pet Minerva a little bit?
  • Cherche: Of course not. I was wondering if you were going to come by today.
  • Henry: I know I'm here a lot, but I always feel safe and happy when I'm with Minerva.
  • Cherche: ...So now that you're here, Henry, I hope you'll let me ask you something. You're always smiling and laughing and acting as if you hadn't a care in the world. Yet, you never seem to make friends with people or allow them to get close. ...Even me.
  • Henry: What? You think so? Nya ha ha! I'm not like that at all!
  • Cherche: There you go with that laugh again. It just sounds so hollow... I wonder if it's even possible for someone to be your true friend?
  • Henry: Sheesh, Cherche. It's not like that! We're already friends! Anyway, I'm glad we had that chat, but are we going on patrol today? I want to fly on Minerva's back again!
  • Cherche: ...No. Not today. I think it's best if you don't see her for a while.
  • Henry: Wha—?!
  • Cherche: I'm very happy that you like Minerva and you two get along so well. But I think you need to spend more time with human friends—namely, me. So I'm going to carry out my patrol on foot, and you're coming with me.
  • Henry: Huh. Well, all right. If that's what you want, it's fine by me!
  • Cherche: Good. Let's go, shall we?
  • Henry: Forwaaaaaard, march!

S SupportEdit

  • Henry: Welcome back, Cherche! How was today's patrol?
  • Cherche: Uneventful. Did you come out here to meet me?
  • Henry: I figured the old dogs would be barking, so I brought a homemade bunion salve.
  • Cherche: Why, thank you, Henry! But how did you know?
  • Henry: We've been on so many patrols together, I've memorized your whole routine. After this, you'll put a cold towel on your head and drink a cup of hot elderberry tea.
  • Cherche: It's quite remarkable how much more attention you pay to other people now.
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! Yeah, I know. And it's all thanks to you!
  • Cherche: In any case, I'm pleased that we've become good friends.
  • Henry: Actually...being friends is nice and everything, but I want more. We spend so much time together, I'm thinking we should make it official.
  • Cherche: Er, make what official?
  • Henry: Aw, come on. You've been around the carousel before. You know what I mean! So here. This is for you.
  • Cherche: ...A ring? Henry, are you—?
  • Henry: You've been really good to me, Cherche. More than just a good friend. Going on patrols together is fun and all, but I want to see you ALL the time. So, I was thinking we could, you know...get hitched. What do you think?
  • Cherche: Goodness, Henry, but this is sudden. However, I have found myself...thinking about you a lot lately. Ever since we met, I've wanted to know the real man behind that jolly facade. And this would be a chance to do just that. Very well, Henry, I accept your proposal!
  • Henry: Fantastic! This is great, Cherche! You and me are gonna be a family!
  • Cherche: ...I think you're forgetting someone.
  • Henry: Who, Chrom? Well, I guess he can be involved somehow, but that seems... Oh, you mean Minerva! Nya ha ha! I almost forgot! Yeah, of course! Minerva'll be a part of the family, too!
  • Cherche: ...Was your first thought really CHROM?!

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Gerome: Minerva, you looks so sad and woebegone. I suppose it's my fault, isn't it? If it wasn't for me, you'd be living a life of tranquility in Wyvern Valley. I'm sorry that I've dragged you into yet another terrible war. ...Hmm? What's that? That's not why you're sad? ...Ah, yes. I understand completely. Your original mistress is alive in this time, and you pine for her hand on the reins.
  • Cherche: ...That's not it either.
  • Gerome: Ch-Cherche?!
  • Cherche: Minerva is worried about you. Don't you see that forlorn look in her eyes?
  • Gerome: Minerva, is that true?
  • Cherche: I sense a powerful bond of trust and friendship between you. Heh, it seems you've been doing a fine job of looking after each other.
  • Gerome: We must not be that close if I can't even understand what she's trying to tell me... Come, Minerva. Let's go.
  • Cherche: Tsk. So impatient...

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gerome, might I have a word?
  • Gerome: If you must.
  • Cherche: What is this attitude of yours? Must you always turn a cold shoulder to me?
  • Gerome: I did not pass through time to make bosom companions on the other side. And I especially did not come here to make friends with you.
  • Cherche: Yes, charming and pleasant as ever... Well, I actually came here to talk about Minerva, not us. I have a request.
  • Gerome: What is it?
  • Cherche: You handle the reins superbly... I was hoping you'd teach me what you know.
  • Gerome: I have nothing to teach you. I just sit in the saddle and follow Minerva's lead.
  • Cherche: Oh, hogwash. I've seen how you two swoop and dance in the sky. Plus you handle the lance with such verve! A skilled rider like yourself has a great deal to teach me.
  • Gerome: How skilled could I be to still fall victim to the cruel whims of fate? ...How skilled could I be when I was unable to protect those I loved?
  • Cherche: Sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you cannot change destiny on your own. But you know that, don't you? That's why you've taken up arms in our cause.
  • Gerome: ...Yes, it's true. By joining you, I hope to accomplish what I could not alone.
  • Cherche: Then you must teach me. If for not my sake, then for your own cause.
  • Gerome: I...I cannot deny there is a truth to your words. Very well...

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Thank you for your time, Gerome. Training is always better with a partner. Especially one as skilled as you.
  • Gerome: I learned much from you as well, Cherche. Your aerial tactics are second to none.
  • Cherche: Did you call me Cherche then, too? back in your own time, I mean.
  • Gerome: It...matters not.
  • Cherche: Who DID you inherit this surliness from? Was it me or your father?
  • Gerome: You would know better than me. My parents were gone long before I could build any meaningful memories.
  • Cherche: I...I didn't know that.
  • Gerome: They spent their time helping smallfolk in one corner of the land or another. I waited for them, of course. Waited for the day that they might come home to me. ...But only Minerva returned.
  • Cherche: ...I'm so very sorry.
  • Gerome: People everywhere grieved for the heroes and honored their noble sacrifice. But I didn't want heroes. I wanted a father and a mother...
  • Cherche: I swear to you, Gerome, that won't happen this time. I'll never leave you.
  • Gerome: I know. After all, that's why I'm here—to change fate so you won't have to. This time, I'll make sure you survive. This time, we'll be together...

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
  • Cherche: What are you up to Morgan?
  • Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! Totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
  • Cherche: Heh, is that so?
  • Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
  • Cherche: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all—
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
  • (Morgan leaves)
  • Cherche: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...

B SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Mother, do you have a moment?
  • Cherche: For you, dear? Of course.
  • Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
  • Cherche: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger something.
  • Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future! It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ... ...... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
  • Cherche: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
  • Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A SupportEdit

  • Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you, I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
  • Cherche: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
  • Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
  • Cherche: Morgan..
  • Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
  • Cherche: What's wrong?!
  • Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remember without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
  • Cherche: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
  • Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

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