Awakening Supports/Cordelia Libra

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C Support

Cordelia:
*Grunt* Oomph! These crates...are heavy...

Libra:
Cordelia?

Cordelia:
Gyah?! Oh gods, look out! *CRAAAAAASH*

Libra:
Oh, I am SO sorry! I startled you, didn't I?

Cordelia:
N-no, not at all! I just tripped over this pebble here... It's my fault for carrying too much at once. I couldn't see where I was going.

Libra:
Are you unharmed?

Cordelia:
Yes, thanks. Just a bruised toe.

Libra:
Well, that's good news at least. Here, why don't you let me help you?

Cordelia:
They're very heavy...

Libra:
Not a problem. One...two... Oomph! Now then. Where would you like them?

Cordelia:
Well, if it's not too much trouble, I was taking them down this way.

Libra:
Lead on, milady!

Libra:
Is here all right?

Cordelia:
Yes, perfect. Thank you. You've been such a help!

Libra:
'Twas my pleasure. But do you always haul such heavy crates by yourself?

Cordelia:
Well, I hate to bother anyone else, and if I can do it myself, why not?

Libra:
That simply won't do. Next time, you must call for me so I can help! I won't take no for an answer.

Cordelia:
Oh, well, if you're going to be that insistent about it, then sure!

B Support

Cordelia:
*Grunt* Oomph!

Libra:
Cordelia, let me help you!

Cordelia:
Ah, Libra. Thank you. They ARE rather heavy.

Libra:
Every time I see you, you're hard at work on one chore or another.

Cordelia:
In such times of strife, it seems almost immoral to sit around and do nothing.

Libra:
The gods do frown on sloth, it's true. But they also dislike stubborn pride. You mustn't overdo it, Cordelia. You've been rather ashen of late.

Cordelia:
It's true I haven't been sleeping well. Whenever I close my eyes, I can't help thinking horrible thoughts about the future.

Libra:
That is a troublesome thought. Are you eating three square meals?

Cordelia:
Er, sort of?

Libra:
Unacceptable.

Cordelia:
No, I'm fine.

Libra:
Cordelia, put those crates down, and return to your billet right away.

Cordelia:
But—

Libra:
No buts!

Cordelia:
...But I can't leave you to do all this by yourself!

Libra:
That was a but! ...And ironic, coming from you. Who is the woman who insists on doing every job herself? The one too foolish or proud to ask for help?

Cordelia:
Er...me?

Libra:
Yes, you. Cordelia, you have to learn to look after yourself. Now get something to eat and lie down! I'll be over later with a concoction.

Cordelia:
Oh, if you insist...

A Support

Libra:
Cordelia!

Cordelia:
...Blast! He found me. Er, hello, Libra!

Libra:
Are you all right? I heard from Lissa that you had a fainting fit.

Cordelia:
Just a little one. And I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to worry.

Libra:
This is not the time to be fretting about MY feelings. How are you feeling now?

Cordelia:
Oh, I'm fine. I even saw a physician, if that makes you feel better. She said I just need to get more rest and drink lots of tea.

Libra:
Well, that's good to hear.

Cordelia:
...And I AM very sorry.

Libra:
What about?

Cordelia:
For not listening to you. For not taking it easy like you told me to.

Libra:
It is not me who you should be apologizing to.

Cordelia:
Who, then?

Libra:
Why, to yourself, of course! You're the one who has to suffer all the exhaustion and pain!

Cordelia:
Uh, sorry, self!

Libra:
You want to help people and be there for them when they need you, right? But you can't do that if you're working yourself into the ground.

Cordelia:
I just can't help it! I see a job, and then another, and then another... Libra, would you maybe stay with me and scold me if I try to do too much?

Libra:
I'm afraid scolding isn't in my nature. I'm more of the forgiveness type. What I can do, however, is offer my support and words of wisdom. Some gentle reminders to let you know you're trying to do the impossible.

Cordelia:
I'd be grateful if you would!

S Support

Cordelia:
*Grunt* Oomph! This...is...a heavy one...

Libra:
Cordelia! What are you doing? You're supposed to be recovering!

Cordelia:
Oh, hello, Libra. Yes, I'm feeling much better now!

Libra:
Your problem is that you're incapable of not doing anything for five minutes...

Cordelia:
You might be right, at that.

Libra:
Oh, Cordelia. I can't take my eyes off you for more than a minute, can I? Is there any way to get you to relax?

Cordelia:
Well, I suppose you could just follow me around nonstop!

Libra:
...Yes. That is indeed the only solution. You're going to have to let me be with you day and night.

Cordelia:
What?! That's absurd!

Libra:
......

Cordelia:
Er, what I mean is...that would be sort of...odd... Unless we were married, of course. But you don't mean that! ...Or do you?

Libra:
Perhaps this ring will make my intentions clear.

Cordelia:
...Oh.

Libra:
There are whispers in camp that Chrom rules supreme in your heart. But even so, I could never forgive myself if I did not tell you how I truly felt. So as doomed and foolish as my entreaty may be, I must ask—will you marry me?

Cordelia:
It isn't foolish, Libra. Or doomed, either.

Libra:
It isn't?

Cordelia:
Libra, no one has ever worried as much about my welfare as you have. You try to stop me working too hard... You rush to my aid when I collapse... I've been thinking how nice it would be if you were always there for me. So nice, in fact, that I will gladly accept your ring!

Libra:
Oh, Cordelia! You have made me so very happy!

Cordelia:
Do you swear to look after me, make me tea, and lug crates until death do us part?

Libra:
I do so swear!