Ilyana: Let me give this a try... Huuuufff... Haaaaaa... Huuuffff... Puuufffff...
Lucia: ... Wait, Ilyana. Can you come back here for a moment?
Ilyana: Yes? What is it?
Lucia: I know you're not feeling great... But I still want you to do some running. Exercise is important. Why not start out slowly?
Ilyana: Yes... I'll try. I... I ran the best I could...
Lucia: Hah! That was supposed to be running?!
Lucia: ...Er... Listen, Ilyana. I didn't mean to be so harsh. Nobody is born great at everything. It takes hours and hours of practice to get better at something. So don't feel bad when you don't excel at something right away. Is that clear?
Lucia: Don't worry. I'll work on it with you. Go and give it another try.
Ilyana: All right... I'll do my best...
Lucia: Then we can take a break. Perhaps you'd like some water before you try again.
Ilyana: Actually, I'm a little hungry...
Lucia: Food? No problem at all. What would you like to eat?
Ilyana: Do you remember that meal you made me the other day? That was so tasty... I'd love that again!
Lucia: You liked it that much, huh? Then I'll set to work making you another big helping! But...you'll have to run for it!
Lucia: Where's Ilyana? I told her to wait right here! Where did she run off to?
Ilyana: Lu... Lucia...
Lucia: Ilyana!? Did something happen?
Ilyana: No... Just so... Hungry... So hungry...
Lucia: Hungry? Haven't you been eating?
Ilyana: No... Not enough... I just had five helpings...
Lucia: What?! Five helpings?!
Ilyana: Yes... Oh, and I took Soren's lamb shank when he wasn't looking.
Lucia: How much do you usually eat?
Ilyana: When I cook, I usually make... six or seven helpings...
Lucia: Er... You're not a laguz, are you?
Lucia: Listen, Ilyana. I've put you through some hard training over the last few days, and it got me thinking... There is something seriously wrong with you!! But I can't leave you like this. You've made it this far, and we'll get through whatever it is together.
Ilyana: Yes... That makes me happy. You make me delicious meals... You're so beautiful and strong... I want to be with you, Lucia...
Lucia: Oh, fine. We might as well go get some food!
Ilyana: Your cooking... I can almost taste it...
Lucia: You're always so hungry... All right, I'll make you whatever you want. But you had better train hard!
Lucia: I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I am Lucia of Crimea, a vassal of Princess Elincia. I wish to tender my cordial thanks for the aid and succor your country has granted us. Will you accept it?
Janaff: Uh... Sure, why not?
Janaff: ...I mean, um... Thanks for your courtesy. I'm Janaff. I am here at the command of our king. So if you really want to thank someone, you should thank our king.
Lucia: Very well. Although telling him in person would give me much pleasure, such luxuries are not feasible under the circumstances. Please give my regards to King Tibarn. Long life to him! Huzzah!
Janaff: ...All righty then...
Lucia:: What is it?
Janaff: Well, I don't know that we need the formality. I mean, we're fighting in the same army, right? Right...? Hey, I've got a better idea! Let's go have a wild night on the town to fortify our new friendship! I'm buying!
Lucia: Oh, I could not. My father would not approve of me going out without a chaperon.
Janaff: What? Such a shame! You look like a gorgeous woman, but you're still a child? I can never tell how old you beorcs are!
Janaff: My homeland of Phoenicis is bordered by the South Sea. It's a wonderful place to live. There aren't that many of us, and everyone gets along... I've seen many countries with my own eyes, but Phoenicis is the best!
Lucia: Did Phoenicis have diplomatic relations with other countries?
Janaff: No, we don't associate with the others. We used to be allied with Serenes... until those cursed humans destroyed it. And Kilvas is ruled by a cunning and heartless king. We have no trust for him.
Lucia: Did you ever associate with beorc countries?
Janaff: Ha! That'll never happen! After the slaughter of Serenes, the beorc became our enemy.
Lucia: I do not blame you for your anger... But as I have said, Crimea wishes to establish diplomatic relations with you. Our late king advocated friendship with the laguz, and enjoyed a good rapport with King Caineghis of Gallia.
Janaff: So I hear. Look, most Phoenicians would be perfectly happy living their entire lives without outside contact... But I suppose a friendship with Crimea is possible. If our king so decides.
Lucia: And what do you think?
Janaff: What do I think? Huh... I used to loathe huma...beorc. Even hearing the word made me angry. But... Now I think friendship is possible. That's all because I met you.
Lucia: Oh... Well... Thank you. I am glad to be of assistance.
Lucia: In Crimea, we dream of peace for all people. Friendship that transcends nation, creed, and race. Beorc and laguz, living in harmony.
Janaff: Transcending race, huh? Crimea is an odd country. I heard you even let laguz live within your borders!
Lucia: Yes, due to our bond with King Caineghis. And now, Princess Elincia hopes to establish such alliances with other laguz nations.
Janaff: It's a pretty thought. But do you think that a friendship which transcends nation, creed, and race will come so easily?
Lucia: It will not be easy, but it can be--
Janaff: For example. You know that Phoenicis and Begnion used to be bitter enemies, right?
Lucia: Yes, I know.
Janaff: The apostle finally recognized the Serenes massacre, but who knows how long it'll take that news to spread over the country? Before that happens, there could be more fighting. War might erupt anew. If so, whose side will you choose?
Lucia: I would--
Janaff: It'll be Begnion. Come on! Am I wrong? And in the eyes of Phoenicis, Crimea is nothing more than a Begnion colony. Which means I'll fight against you.
Lucia: Princess Elincia would do everything in her power to avoid such a war. However, I am her loyal vassal. In the event of conflict, my path is clear.
Janaff: Same here. The king's ally is my ally. And the king's enemy... But if I can help it, I'd rather not fight a good-looking woman like you! Dinner would be much more enjoyable.
Lucia: I agree, Janaff. When this war is over and Crimea rebuilt...let's meet again. Not as enemies, but as friends.
Janaff: I hope you'll be old enough to go out without a chaperon by then!
Bastian: Ahhh... Lady Lucia. What an exquisite pleasure. Would you allow me to place a kiss upon your creamy white hand?
Lucia: Sorry, my lord. I've been sharpening my blade, and my hands are covered in grime.
Bastian: Nonsense! I have no objections, milady. The grime merely accentuates your beauty.
Lucia: I have objections, Bastian.
Bastian: Ahhh... She addresses me so curtly, but it only stokes my furnace of attraction! It is only in my nature to hunt and pursue a tantalizing beast that flees me! You have such a devious grip on my heart!
Lucia: Don't even think I'm going to fall for that trick! It might work with the others, but I'm no doe-eyed fawn! Why don't you just give up already?
Bastian: Ahhh, splendid! This fawn has sharp hooves! But still she spurns my advance... Next time, I shall woo her with words!