Awakening Supports/Noire Brady

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C Support

Noire:
Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed. ...... ...Nnnh? ...Oh. I must have fallen asleep. Wait... I hear footsteps... Eep! They're coming closer! Wh-what if it's someone I don't know?!

Brady:
Huh? ...Oh, it's you.

Noire:
Brady!

Brady:
Gods, another day, another screwup on the battlefield. I'm pathetic!

Noire:
Oh no, are you hurt?

Brady:
Wouldn't be here otherwise. I dodged an attack wrong and twisted my ankle. My leg'll be fine, but my pride may never recover.

Noire:
I see...

Brady:
Anyway, looks like we're neighbors for the time being. Cheers, I guess.

Noire:
Ch-cheers... I'm actually feeling a lot better, though. I'll probably be going in just a bit...

Brady:
I hear ya! I can't wait to make like a bakery wagon and haul buns outta here. This place is depressing!

Noire:
Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon.

B Support

Brady:
Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular Robin! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...

Noire:
Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.

Brady:
Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass?! You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!

Noire:
Er, it's better than not blocking it at all, right?

Brady:
Yeah, I guess... So what's got you back in the tent of shame? Anemia acting up again?

Noire:
Mmm-hmm.

Brady:
Tough break. ...Ugh, and then there's the boredom to add insult to injury. I want to get outta this two-bit tent. Hit the town, maybe.

Noire:
Getting better has to come first, though.

Brady:
Yeah, I know. I just wish there was more to do than sleep. I've done more than enough of that already.

Noire:
I know how you feel... But what else would you do?

Brady:
Hmm, that looks about right... Hurff!

Noire:
Brady? What are you doing with that crate? It looks awfully heavy...

Brady:
That's kinda the point. May as well use this time to build up a bit of muscle lifting weights.

Noire:
B-but you're hurt! Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

Brady:
My leg is hurt! No reason I can't work on the old cannons, though. Am I right? Here we go... One! Two! Th-three... ...... FFFFFffff!

Noire:
Are you all right? Don't tell me you hurt your arms?!

Brady:
G-guess I should've started with a lighter crate... Hngh!

Noire:
I told you you ought to take it easy! Wait right there, I'll go get help. Er, I mean, I guess I'll yell for help. Or...something. Hello? Is anyone there? Brady's hurt! ...Er, more so!

Brady:
All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...

A Support

Brady:
Ugh, how many times does this make?

Noire:
Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot!

Brady:
You say that like it's a good thing...

Noire:
Yeah, well, isn't it? I mean, at least we've been able to talk.

Brady:
Talk's about all we can do in here. I think my ill-advised attempt at weight training last time proved that much...

Noire:
Well then, what if we talk about the good old days for a bit?

Brady:
Like what?

Noire:
You probably don't remember, but we used to be regulars at the healers as kids, too. We had a bad habit of passing colds back and forth for weeks on end...

Brady:
Oh, I remember! You were always sneezing green goo out yer bitty nose! Guess it ain't so strange for kids to get sick. Happens to all of 'em eventually. But sure did seem like you and me would always go down at the same time.

Noire:
I remember lying in a cot across from you when we were both flush and feverish.

Brady:
Hah! Yeah, you wouldn't stop bawlin'!

Noire:
Oh, sure. Bring that up again!

Brady:
Meanwhile, I was busy thinking of how I could toughen up. Guess some things never change, am I right?

Noire:
I was always so scrawny. I wished there were some way to stop being frail...

Brady:
Heh heh! And just look at us now! What a couple'a saps.

Noire:
Still, it's...sort of comforting to know that some things really don't ever change.

Brady:
All a matter of perspective, I guess. Seems likely we'll be neighbors for a long time to come, yet. So, uh... Cheers, I guess.

Noire:
Cheers. To the two of us getting stronger, bit by bit.

Brady:
You said it, sister!

S Support

Brady:
Urgh... Back to the tent of shame...

Noire:
Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened?

Brady:
Just... Hngh! ...Just turned my half-busted shoulder into a whole-busted shoulder.

Noire:
What?! You've got to be more careful when you're hurt! Here, lie down...

Brady:
You're makin' a mountain outta some pretty small potatoes, Noire. ...So why you back in the sick house? Caught the dreaded red or somethin'?

Noire:
I, um... I just came here to find something.

Brady:
Then it's finally just me stuck in here. Hey, good for you!

Noire:
Brady...

Brady:
Naw, ain't nothin'. So don't go gettin' all sad on me! It's a good thing not to be a regular at the infirmary tent. You should be happy.

Noire:
B-but...I like it here.

Brady:
Hah! That's crazy talk. Why would you say that?

Noire:
...This is our place. You and me have a lot of memories in here at this point, Brady. Even today, the... The thing I was here looking for is...you. I was hoping I might run into you again, you know?

Brady:
Ha ha! Man, you sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks! When the infirmary's the first place you look, boy, that's a ringing endorsement.

Noire:
No, I didn't mean... There's no reason to be ashamed, Brady. I know what you're doing out there. I've seen you. You're always defending the others by putting yourself in danger. That's why you're always hurt.

Brady:
You... You saw that?

Noire:
I mean, sure, you're not the sturdiest man on the field... But you're braver than anyone and more selfless about protecting your allies! There's nothing shameful about that.

Brady:
......

Noire:
...Ah! I'm sorry! Listen to me blabbing on while you're injured! I'll go. You clearly need some rest.

Brady:
Heh. And here I thought I'd been subtle about it. Guess I've got a ways to go.

Noire:
You shouldn't have to hide it at all...

Brady:
I've spent a lot of time in hospital beds, Noire. You know that better'n most. And I'd always spend my time thinking of how to be stronger, ya know? Like, how could I help more? And how could I... How I could keep the girl on the bed next to me safe? Because I loved her.

Noire:
Oh, Brady...

Brady:
I love ya, Noire! I'm in love with ya! Heck, I think you're the cat's pajamas! So, what say we maybe spend some time together outside for once, when I'm better? I was thinking, like...forever?

Noire:
I'd love to, Brady! Oh, I'm so happy, I feel like I'm walking on air!

Brady:
Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin' in...