Fates Supports/Camilla Nina(PC)

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Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...

Camilla: Ah, Nina. Hello.

Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?

Camilla: I heard a low murmur, but I couldn't make out any words, if that's what you're asking.

Nina: Good! Don't worry about it! Whew...

Camilla: I thought you might like to know that I've been tidying up the house. Today's project was your room... And it was in sore need of attention.

Nina: Mother! That's my private space.

Camilla: But surely your mother is allowed entry, isn't she? Anyway, you'll find the books that were under your bed placed upon your desk.

Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...

Camilla: Dearest, I can't quite make out what you're on about.

Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?

Camilla: Worry not, my child. I would never. Whatever might or might not be written in them, you're still my child.

Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!

B Support

Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult...

Camilla: Such a dark cloud over that bright face... What's troubling you, my child?

Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.

Camilla: Is it something you can confide in with your mother?

Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!

Camilla: Bashfulness is nothing to worry about. I was once the same way.

Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...

Camilla: Awareness of your need means you're on the right track. If you understand the offense you're causing... You can work from there to minimize it in the future. It will take time and effort, but I believe in you, my child.

Nina: You really think so?

Camilla: And if I'm wrong, and you cannot change... It's not so bad. There are men in this world who enjoy being treated cruelly.

Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.

Camilla: I'm glad I could be of some comfort. It's a relief to help set you on a more proper path than your journals described...

Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!

A Support

Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!

Camilla: Very good, dearest. I'd love to hear the details.

Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!

Camilla: Both those things are important not to do when attempting to speak with someone. I couldn't be more proud.

Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.

Camilla: I look forward to the day I can introduce you at a royal ball. Perhaps by then you'll have lost interest in your less socially acceptable hobbies...

Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!

Camilla: Of course, dearest. I'll refrain from any and all compliments I might have made on your stealthiness.

Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!

Camilla: Does the exact number matter? Sometimes a mother must resort to certain measures to get to know her child. Sometimes a mother thinks it prudent to share these measures with her husband.

Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?

Camilla: It was a tactical decision, dearest. Your father and I agree that your tactics should be disseminated to the troops. So we're having copies struck of the irrelevant man-watching passages.

Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.

Camilla: No one will call my child a freak, least of all her. You have a gift, dearest! And I'm displaying it to the world out of love. I'm so proud of you, my child. Now may I have a hug?