Fates Supports/Oboro Rhajat(PC)
Oboro: Rhajat, we need to talk.
Rhajat: Ah, hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Oboro: I have to ask you something very important. You must be totally honest with me. Understand?
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Oboro: I heard that a group of villagers asked you to cast a spell upon them. Is that really 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.
Oboro: Those same people have been complaining about you.
Rhajat: Why would they do that? I just complied with their request...
Oboro: Apparently the people who you tried to help have fallen ill. There's a strange sickness going around 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...
Oboro: These villagers claim that your spell is to blame for their ailment. Rhajat, I don't believe that you would set out to hurt anyone. But you have to tell me more about this enchantment. If it did cause the illness, we have to find a way to reverse the effect. There's no sense in people fearing you due to baseless hearsay.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Oboro: Wh-what do you mean by that? You really 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.
Oboro: R-Rhajat! Hey, wait a minute! Come back here right now!
Oboro: Phew... I'm exhausted. But I have to stand firm and help the villagers. Time to head out!
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother...
Oboro: R-Rhajat. You startled me!
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Oboro: Um, I was just about to go shopping. That's all.
Rhajat: I know things have been crazy lately, but you look exhausted. Why don't you rest? I'd be more than happy to go shopping for you.
Oboro: Don't trouble yourself. I can handle a quick trip to the market.
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?
Oboro: Huh? What do you mean?
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obliged to come to their aid because they blame me?
Oboro: No, that's not it at all.
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Oboro: I can't stand by and watch people suffer around me. I'm your mother, Rhajat. I know you would never set out to hurt anybody. Just relax, OK? This has nothing to do with you.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back though...
Oboro: I'm sorry. Listen, I really have to get going. They're waiting on me to deliver 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...
Oboro: OK. I won't pester you. Please come straight away 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.
Oboro: What is this herb, Rhajat? I don't believe I've ever seen it before. Can it be used to cure what ails the villagers?
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...
Oboro: 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...
Oboro: So the villagers were already showing symptoms before you cast the 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.
Oboro: Why didn't you say so? You could have told them you were working on a remedy! Didn't you know they would misinterpret your intentions?
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.
Oboro: You can be so stubborn!
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers right away.
Oboro: Quiet! 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.
Oboro: Of course! That's a great idea. Let's hurry, Rhajat!