Fates Supports/Felicia Rhajat(PC)
Felicia: Um, Rhajat? Can we talk?
Rhajat: Hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Felicia: I have to ask you something important. Please, be honest with me.
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Felicia: There's a rumor going around saying that you cast a spell on a group of villagers. 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.
Felicia: Well, those villagers have been complaining about you.
Rhajat: Why would they complain about me? I just complied with their request.
Felicia: There's been a new illness sweeping throughout the village... They've never seen anything like it before.
Rhajat: I don't know why that would be. But sometimes even benign magic can have unintended side effects...
Felicia: The villagers are claiming that your magic is to blame for their affliction. I know you'd never want to hurt anybody. But please, won't you tell me about the enchantment you used? If it did actually cause this illness, we'll need to figure out some kind of cure. I don't want the villagers to fear you due to some ridiculous gossip.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Felicia: What's that supposed to mean?
Rhajat: It's just complicated, Mother. You shouldn't involve yourself in this. No good will come of it.
Felicia: R-Rhajat! Wait, come back!
Felicia: Phew... This is hard work! Just stay focused. I can't drop any of these supplies. Looks like that's everything. I'd better head out!
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother.
Felicia: Yikes! R-Rhajat!! You startled me!
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Felicia: Huh? Umm... I'm just, uhh... Shopping! I'm just going shopping.
Rhajat: I know things have been crazy lately, but you look exhausted. Why not rest? I can take care of the shopping for you.
Felicia: Th-thank you, that's so sweet. But I can handle a trip to the market. Don't trouble yourself.
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?
Felicia: How did you know?
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obligated to come to their aid because they blame me?
Felicia: No, Rhajat. Of course not.
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Felicia: This has nothing to do with you, I promise. All I want to do is comfort those who are suffering.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back, though...
Felicia: Y-you're right... I'm sorry. Listen, I really have to get going. The villagers are waiting on these supplies.
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.
Felicia: I won't keep bugging you about it. But please, come and find me when you're ready to talk.
Rhajat: Thank you, Mother.
Rhajat: Here, Mother. I wanted to show you what I've been working on.
Felicia: Wait a second. Is this some kind of medicinal herb? Can we treat the villagers' illness with it?
Rhajat: Yes. 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...
Felicia: So how did you find 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.
Felicia: 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.
Felicia: Why didn't you pipe up? No one would have suspected you if you'd just said something!
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.
Felicia: You're so stubborn!
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers right away.
Felicia: Y-you're right.
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.
Felicia: Great idea. Lead the way!