Fates Supports/Effie Rhajat(PC)
Effie: Rhajat, I must speak with you.
Rhajat: Hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Effie: Well, there's something very important that we must discuss. You have to be honest with me. Is that understood?
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Effie: I heard that a group of villagers asked you to cast a spell upon them. Is that true?
Rhajat: They wanted me to perform a good-luck ritual for their upcoming harvest. I didn't really want to, but they were so insistent that I gave in eventually.
Effie: Well unfortunately, those same people have been complaining about you.
Rhajat: Why would they complain about me? I just complied with their request...
Effie: Well evidently the people who you tried to help have fallen ill. It's some kind of strange sickness that they've never seen before.
Rhajat: I don't know why that would be. But sometimes even benign magic can have unintended side effects...
Effie: These villagers are claiming that your spell is entirely to blame for this affliction. Rhajat, I know that you would never set out to hurt anybody. But you must tell me more about this enchantment. If it did cause the illness, we'll have to find a way to counter the effect. I can't stand to think of anyone fearing you due to baseless assumptions.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Effie: Wh-what do you mean? You don't care if they're afraid of you?
Rhajat: It's just complicated, Mother. You shouldn't involve yourself in this. No good will come of it.
Effie: Rhajat! Come back here and explain yourself!
Effie: I'd better get going. The people in town need my help.
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother...
Effie: Rhajat! Don't sneak up on me like that.
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Effie: Oh, I was just heading out to do some shopping. That's all.
Rhajat: Even you must get exhausted sometimes. Why don't you rest? I'd be more than happy to go to the market for you.
Effie: Oh, that's not necessary. I can do it myself.
Rhajat: Is this supposed shopping trip just a ruse? You're only now leaving the house, and yet that bag is filled to the brim. You were planning to assist those sick villagers, weren't you?
Effie: H-how did you—
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obliged to come to their aid because they blame me?
Effie: No, that's not it at all...
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Effie: I can't stand by and watch people suffer. I'm your mother, Rhajat. I know that you would never wish to harm anyone. My actions have nothing to do with you.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back though...
Effie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to deceive you. I really must be going. These supplies must be delivered quickly.
Rhajat: Wait... I know that I'm not responsible for this illness. I'll be able to explain everything soon. But I need a little more time...
Effie: Very well. I trust you. Just find me when you're ready to talk.
Rhajat: Thank you for understanding, Mother.
Rhajat: Here, Mother. I wanted to show you what I've been working on.
Effie: What is this herb, Rhajat? I've never seen it before. Wait a minute. Are you planning to cure the villagers' illness with this?
Rhajat: Precisely. It took longer than I would have liked to mature. I even had to use a bit of light magic to encourage the herb's growth. If I could have brought it to you sooner, I would have. I just needed to make sure it worked first. I'm sorry...
Effie: How did you discover this cure?
Rhajat: It took some time. When the villagers asked me to cast a spell for them, I noticed something strange... There were several people who were coughing profusely. A few of them also looked quite pale...
Effie: So the villagers were already sick before you even cast that spell!
Rhajat: Yes, exactly. I had heard that there was a rare herb that naturally fights illness. I managed to track down some seeds and got to sprouting them right away.
Effie: Why didn't you try to explain yourself to the villagers? They probably wouldn't have been so suspicious if you had spoken up.
Rhajat: My sole concern wasn't their perception of me. It was their health. The most important thing was to find a cure before the sickness got out of control. All I really cared about was you trusting me.
Effie: You can be so stubborn!
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers right away.
Effie: Oh shush! Just let me enjoy this moment. You foolish girl!
Rhajat: Ow, Mother! Let me go already. It hurts when you squeeze me so tightly! Listen, you should help me turn this herb into a tea. That way we can distribute it quickly.
Effie: Yes! Let's cure the villagers and clear up this misunderstanding! Follow me. There's no time to waste!
Rhajat: You're right, Mother.