Fates Supports/Nyx Rhajat(PC)
Nyx: Rhajat, we need to talk.
Rhajat: Hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Nyx: Rhajat, I have to ask you something important. Be honest with me, OK?
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Nyx: Did you cast a spell on a group of villagers recently?
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.
Nyx: Well those villagers have been complaining about you...
Rhajat: Why would they complain about me? I just complied with their request.
Nyx: A mysterious illness has been sweeping through the village. They've never seen anything quite like it before.
Rhajat: I don't know why that would be. But sometimes even benign magic can have unintended side effects.
Nyx: Many of the villagers are claiming that your spell is tied to this illness. I think that's complete nonsense. I know that you'd never set out to hurt anyone. But you must tell me more about the enchantment you used. If it did cause their sickness, we need to find a way to make them better. I don't want the villagers to fear you.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Nyx: Rhajat, what do you mean by that?
Rhajat: It's just complicated, Mother. You shouldn't involve yourself in this. No good will come of it.
Nyx: Now wait a minute. Come back, Rhajat!
Nyx: It looks like I have everything. Time to head into town.
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother.
Nyx: Oh, it's you, Rhajat.
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Nyx: Oh, I was just about to go shopping.
Rhajat: I know everything has been crazy lately, but you look exhausted. Why don't you rest? I'd be more than happy to go to the market for you.
Nyx: That's quite thoughtful, but I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
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?
Nyx: How did you know?
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obliged to come to their aid because they blame me?
Nyx: Not at all. You don't understand.
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Nyx: I simply want to assist them in any way possible. My actions have nothing to do with you. I don't believe for a minute that you would ever set out to hurt anyone.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back though...
Nyx: I'm sorry about that. Listen, I have to deliver these supplies. The villagers are waiting on me. Perhaps my magic can be used to help ease their suffering too.
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.
Nyx: I understand. Please, come talk to me whenever you're ready. I'll be waiting.
Rhajat: Thank you, Mother.
Rhajat: Here, Mother. I wanted to show you what I've been working on.
Nyx: Is this some sort of medicinal herb? I don't believe that I've seen it before. Can we use it to treat the villagers' illness?
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...
Nyx: How exactly 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...
Nyx: So they were already sick before you even cast that spell.
Rhajat: 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.
Nyx: Why didn't you warn them or explain yourself? All this suspicion could have been avoided if you'd just said something.
Rhajat: My sole concern wasn't their perception of me. It was their health. I needed to find a cure before the sickness got out of control. All I really cared about was you trusting me.
Nyx: You're so very stubborn. But I'm proud of you, Rhajat.
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers right away.
Rhajat: 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.
Nyx: Of course, you're right. Follow me.