Awakening Supports/Miriel Frederick

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C Support

Soldier:
Hiyuuurgh!

Frederick:
HMPH!

Soldier:
Gah! H-how did you block that?!

Frederick:
You are not using your strength wisely. Too much wasted movement. Go and practice what I taught you.

Soldier:
Sir! Thank you, sir!

Frederick:
Ah...

Miriel:
Frederick.

Frederick:
Miriel. What brings you here?

Miriel:
Fascinating... I was convinced that young lad had you dead to rights. But when his blow was about to land, you parried with the merest flick of your arm. Such a feat would seem to defy all natural laws. What is your secret? To what forbidden dark arts are you privy?

Frederick:
If you saw my arm move, then your eye is sharper than most. When my master-at-arms first showed me the technique, I did not see as much.

Miriel:
A woman of science is first and foremost an observer.

Frederick:
Ah! And a keen eye is a fine weapon. But I don't think you came here to discuss swordplay.

Miriel:
On that count, you are wrong. I want you to teach me that move.

Frederick:
It is no easy trick to learn.

Miriel:
I am a patient woman.

Frederick:
Very well. Shall we begin?

B Support

Frederick:
Hold the lance motionless, as a heron hunting a fish. The tip cannot waver.

Miriel:
...Yes.

Frederick:
HYAAAR!

Miriel:
Ah!

Frederick:
Good. The lance did not move at all. You have a steady hand and strong nerve.

Miriel:
You moved so fast I had no time to react. I would have thought that impossible. ...And look! You cleaved the lance in twain with naught but a blunt wooden staff. Yet my hands felt no impact. It's as if the lance split of its own accord.

Frederick:
'Tis the result of many factors: speed, muscle control, and the flow of power. These same skills allowed me to throw that young soldier earlier.

Miriel:
How can you possibly compute all those factors in such a short time?

Frederick:
A soldier does not...compute. A soldier acts on instinct and training.

Miriel:
Instinct? But man is a rational animal, gifted with a keen mind.

Frederick:
Minds are a hindrance in the brief moment between life and death. Yes, you use intelligence before a battle and during training... But in combat, you must let instinct rule. You must learn how to FEEL!

Miriel:
This is a most remarkable ability.

Frederick:
With hard work and training, anyone can do the same.

Miriel:
Even I?

Frederick:
Of course! A keen observer such as yourself will learn faster than most. I might even wager that you are better equipped than I for such things.

Miriel:
That is most encouraging.

Frederick:
I have some special exercises that may help you develop your instincts. Perhaps you would allow me to show you. ...That is, if you are free.

Miriel:
I am always free for the pursuit of knowledge.

A Support

Miriel:
Frederick, are you certain I need to continue this training?

Frederick:
Does some aspect of it concern you?

Miriel:
To be honest, I'm coming to doubt the efficacy of your methods. I've collected flowers, fished in the river, and been chased by bees. Shall we paint with our fingers next? Or perhaps bake pies crafted from loam?

Frederick:
Of course not! Our next lesson involves spending the night around a campfire. Doing so will nurture your instincts by exposing you to different stimuli.

Miriel:
I believe I've experienced quite enough stimuli already. Surely I'm in touch with my instinctive side by now?

Frederick:
You don't want to do the campfire? But I was so looking forward to it... I even collected crowberries and honeycombs for roasting.

Miriel:
I believe I'm ready for more advanced studies. I ken now how you performed that trick, and I'm more instinctive as well. My current problem, however, is one of detachment.

Frederick:
I'm not entirely sure I understand, milady.

Miriel:
I have been fighting alongside Chrom for some time now. And I consider my fellow Shepherds to be most stalwart comrades. But even after all our shared hardships, I don't feel true friendship. I want to experience this connection, Frederick. ...Specifically, with you. If what you say is true, feelings of friendship will make me stronger in battle.

Frederick:
W-well, if you think it would help... Er, of course. I'd happily be your friend.

Miriel:
Thank you, Frederick.

S Support

Frederick:
Miriel? How go your observations on the nature of friendship?

Miriel:
Well enough, I suppose. But there has been an unexpected obstacle.

Frederick:
Do tell.

Miriel:
My heightened feelings have created an emotion akin to avarice. Increasingly, I wish you to spend all your time with me and no other. Indeed, when I see you with certain people, I grow almost...enraged. Tell me: Is this a normal reaction when friendship blossoms between two people?

Frederick:
I see... Miriel, do these feelings of "avarice" occur when I speak to a man?

Miriel:
...Interesting. They do not.

Frederick:
But if I speak to a woman?

Miriel:
I wish to pull out her hair in the manner of an angry cat.

Frederick:
Oh. Well, I'm afraid this might be a symptom of something quite serious.

Miriel:
And yet you are smiling. Why?

Frederick:
Because, my good lady, I have just the medicine to cure what ails you.

Miriel:
A ring? What manner of talisman is this? I pray I'm not meant to swallow it.

Frederick:
No. You place it on your finger.

Miriel:
This treatment is oddly similar to a marriage ritual I once read about.

Frederick:
As always, your keen eyes miss nothing. ...I am proposing to you.

Miriel:
Fascinating... I suppose I must assess my feelings before giving you an answer?

Frederick:
Er, that is...customary, yes. But unless I'm mistaken, I think you have strong feelings for me. Friendship between men and women often turns to love. And when love blooms, so does its wicked twin, jealousy.

Miriel:
...Jealousy.

Frederick:
I know this because I suffer from the same curse! Seeing you in conversation with other men is like a dagger in my heart.

Miriel:
And this ring is the only cure?

Frederick:
The only cure I'm willing to try.

Miriel:
I see... I... I do believe I love you, Frederick...

Frederick:
If you were to marry me, Miriel, I promise to give you joy every day of your life.

Miriel:
Then marry you I shall!