Fates Supports/Dwyer Sophie

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Dwyer: Mind telling me what you're doing, Sophie?

Sophie: Huh? What's it look like? I like to fix a big pot of vegetable soup for the whole troop after a big battle. Helps to have something warm after getting tired out, you know?

Dwyer: No, that part was clear...but are you sure you know what you're doing?

Sophie: Heck yeah! I've got the veggies cooked, so now it's time to add the water.

Dwyer: Yes, but...maybe don't get your water from the horses' trough...

Sophie: What?! Aw, dang it!

Dwyer: Did you not know what this was for? How long have you been a cavalier...?

Sophie: C-come on. It's not like it's a big deal! Anyone could make that mistake! Besides, uh, the soup was for Avel!

Dwyer: But...then why did you seem so flustered when I told you?

Sophie: Ha...haha... You must've imagined it, I guess! Better get some sleep, Dwyer!

Dwyer: Besides, I can't see how a horse would eat a bowl of piping-hot soup.

Sophie: W-well, that's why you're not a cavalier! Avel will eat just about anything! I'll show you! Avel, it's dinnertime! S-see?! He's slurping it right up— N-nooooo!

Dwyer: I'm no equestrian, but when a horse stamps like that, it's angry, right?

Sophie: Calm down, Avel! It's me, your pal Sophie!

Dwyer: Interesting. He didn't like the soup, but he only bolted when you said your name...

Sophie: W-wait! Avel! I'm really, really sorry! Please get back here!

(Sophie leaves)

Dwyer: Both horse and its master are impossible. They're two of a kind...

B Support

Dwyer: That horse looks familiar... Is that Sophie's feral horse? He's coming this way...

Dwyer: Avel, please stop biting me. It's very painful...

Sophie: AAAAH! I'm SO sorry, Dwyer! Avel, you naughty boy! What have I told you about biting people? He didn't hurt you too bad, I hope. Did he break the skin?

Dwyer: Don't worry about it. It wasn't that deep.

Sophie: Oh, but look! Your sleeve is torn! Ugh, I'm really sorry about this! Let me fix that for you right now!

Dwyer: It's really not a problem. I can mend my own clothes.

Sophie: Nope! It's Avel's fault, so I have to take responsibility for him.

Dwyer: Well, if you must...

Sophie: I'll have this all sewn up in a jiffy!

Dwyer: I have to say...cleaning up after all of your feral horse's messes must be a lot of work.

Sophie: "Feral" is a pretty strong word for it! I like to think of him as "excitable." I do wish he was tamer, though. He never listens to a word I say...

Dwyer: I guess there's not much you can do about it. They say a horse resembles its master...

Sophie: H-hey, what? I don't cause half the trouble that Avel does!

Dwyer: Be that as it may...you still have a lot in common.

Sophie: How so? Let's hear some specifics!

Dwyer: Hmmm...it's hard to say. Just, in some nebulous, undefinable way...you're alike.

Sophie: Hmph! Saying I'm "somehow like" an out- of-control horse is a fine how-do-you-do. But that's OK. I can overlook a little rudeness. See? I finished fixing your sleeve.

Dwyer: Oh...you did a good job of it, too.

Sophie: I did? Hooray for me!

Dwyer: Yes, I can barely see the seam. Though that's not to say the repairs are unnoticeable... Seeing as you managed to sew the sleeve to the undershirt beneath it...

Sophie: Whaaaaat?! Are you kidding me?! Geez...why do these things always happen to me...?

Dwyer: Um...didn't it technically happen to me?

Sophie: Huh. I guess it did! I got off just fine. That's a nice way of looking at it. Thanks, Dwyer!

Dwyer: No, that...wasn't my point. But suit yourself. It doesn't really matter, because Avel's acting up again.

Sophie: WHAAAAAT?! Bad Avel! Bad! Stop this right now!

(Sophie leaves)

Dwyer: She's got her work cut out for her...

A Support

Dwyer: Uh-oh. Avel's on the loose again... I'd better hide my valuables.

(Dwyer leaves)

Sophie: Avel! What will it take to calm you down?! Do you want a carrot? Some sugar cubes? Ack! Now look what you've done!

Dwyer: Looks like you've got your hands full again. Do you need any help cleaning up?

Sophie: Nah! He's my horse, so it's my problem.

Dwyer: I don't mind. Besides, it'll go a lot faster with some help.

Sophie: Gosh, thanks, Dwyer! All righty then, I'll start putting these weapons back on the rack. Can you pick up the pot Avel knocked over? It's on the floor by the table. I'm amazed it didn't break from the fall. Things are looking up, huh? A-Avel! Wait!

Dwyer: ...So much for things looking up.

Sophie: Awww...I can't take him anywhere. I'm so sick of this always happening! Why can't I get my own horse under control?!

Dwyer: Well, there's nothing we can do about that jar now, short of giving it a proper burial. Let's just get back to cleaning.

Sophie: That's OK... I can finish the rest on my own. You must be fed up with me by now, right? You can go.

Dwyer: I'm not going anywhere...

Sophie: Why not? I'd ditch me, if I was you.

Dwyer: ...I don't think that's true. If Avel was my horse, I doubt you'd leave me to clean up his catastrophes.

Sophie: Huh...?

Dwyer: Just look at Avel. He's a huge problem for you, but you'd never abandon him.

Sophie: Well, yeah...

Dwyer: So I wouldn't abandon my friends either. And that means you. No matter how much disaster follows you around...I'll never turn my back on you. And neither would your other friends, right? So don't go tearing your hair out.

Sophie: ...OK.

Dwyer: Leave the cleaning up here to me. It's what I do best. Besides, you should see to your partner in crime. He's making a scene again...

Sophie: Avel! UGH! Some days I swear you're a demon in horse's clothing. Thanks, Dwyer. Be right back! AVEL! STOP! THOSE CROPS ARE FOR THE WHOLE ARMY!

(Sophie leaves)

Dwyer: Heh... Good luck, Sophie...

S Support

Dwyer: Sophie, um...

Sophie: Give me ooooone second while I finish doing this laundry.

Dwyer: Should I come back later...? I'm sure there are things in that basket you'd rather I didn't see...

Sophie: Oh uh, no, it's fine! It's just a bunch of hankies and things.

Dwyer: Oh...that makes it doubly odd, then. Why do you have so many pink handkerchiefs...?

Sophie: Don't be silly. I don't have any...pink... handkerchiefs... AAAAAAH! The dye from my new red one bled out into all my white ones!

Dwyer: Very unfortunate...

Sophie: UGH! Whatever. I'll just pretend they've been pink all along!

Dwyer: That's a clever spin on it. You always manage to find the bright side of things.

Sophie: Hey, being depressed all the time is bad for your health! Anyway, what brings you here?

Dwyer: Oh, I almost forgot. There actually was something I meant to bring up with you... I, uh...I want to go steady.

Sophie: Huh?!

Dwyer: I love you, Sophie...

Sophie: WHAT?!

Dwyer: Your dauntless optimism gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning... I see things totally differently now that I've met you.

Sophie: But...I'm a walking disaster...

Dwyer: Yes, but now you're a walking disaster with this. Here...

Sophie: I-is this a RING?!

Dwyer: I hope this helps prove to you that my feelings for you are real.

Sophie: Y-yeah, it definitely does that... Dwyer, are you sure I'm the woman for you? You wouldn't prefer someone more... together?

Dwyer: That doesn't bother me at all...

Sophie: Thank you, Dwyer. You could have had a lot of girls, but you went with me. Heehee... You found a really pretty ring for it, too... AAAAH! AVEL, NO! DON'T EAT MY RING!

(horse whinnies)

Sophie: NO! NONONONONO! SPIT THAT RING OUT RIGHT NOW! I'M BEGGING YOU, AVEL!

Dwyer: Hey...he actually spit it out. Maybe abject desperation is the key to getting through to him...