Fates Supports/Ryoma Oboro

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C Support

Oboro: Tum-de-dum... Huh? Is that Lord Ryoma?

Ryoma: ...Zz...

Oboro: What the... Is he asleep?! Oh man, he's going to catch a cold, sitting out here for so long.

Ryoma: ...Hm?

Oboro: Yikes!

Ryoma: Oh...Oboro. Why are you staring at me?

Oboro: L-Lord Ryoma! Please forgive me! I didn't think you'd wake up so suddenly!

Ryoma: My apologies. I heard a sound that woke me from my rest...

Oboro: You look tired, Lord Ryoma. I can see bags under your eyes.

Ryoma: It matters little. Neither of us can afford to rest, can we? Besides, I've gone without sleep for three days before and felt no worse for wear.

Oboro: Y-you haven't slept for three days?! Lord Ryoma, you could die!

Ryoma: You think me that weak, do you?

Oboro: It's not about being weak! You can't do this! Going without rest can lead to serious sickness or injury! If you really care for the troops under your command, please, think of your health!

Ryoma: Hmm... Perhaps you're right...

Oboro: Uh-oh... Did I cross a line, speaking to you that way?

Ryoma: No, the fault is mine. Worry not.

Oboro: I'm deeply sorry, my lord. I'll do whatever you want to make up for it. Oh! Why don't I prepare a healthy meal for my Lord Ryoma?

Ryoma: Don't go to such trouble for me...

Oboro: No trouble at all, my lord! I'll be right back!

(Oboro leaves)

Ryoma: Hm...perhaps next time I should make it an order rather than a suggestion. But then, it might do me good to avail myself of Oboro's kindness.

B Support

Ryoma: Oboro, might I have a moment?

Oboro: Oh, Lord Ryoma! I'm really sorry for my behavior a few days ago. I was so determined to get you back in fighting form... But I couldn't fix anything nutritious enough to help. I can't apologize enough, my lord.

Ryoma: Don't let it trouble you. I've never had anyone scold me like that before... It was a new experience for me. I found it most amusing.

Oboro: Is that so?

Ryoma: Yes. I'm taking pains to get all the rest you insisted upon, Oboro.

Oboro: Well, that's a load off my mind. I only want you to be healthy, Lord Ryoma. You're my master's older brother, so your well-being matters a lot to me.

Ryoma: Thank you. But I think you undervalue your critical importance to our army.

Oboro: Huh?

Ryoma: Prolonged combat makes everyone tense. But you help people to ready themselves for battle, relaxing them and raising morale. Only someone with genuine compassion for one's allies can do that.

Oboro: Oh, well... I just do it because I want to.

Ryoma: Don't deny that it's helpful. I know that it is. You ought to be proud of yourself.

Oboro: Lord Ryoma...

Ryoma: Everyone has their part to play. I'm impressed that you've found your niche and strived to better yourself as you have.

Oboro: That's very kind. Especially from you, Lord Ryoma!

Ryoma: It's the least I can do as thanks.

A Support

Ryoma: You seem busy, Oboro.

Oboro: Oh, Lord Ryoma! I was just tidying up. I can put that on hold if you need something.

Ryoma: I'm simply inspecting the troops. They tell me you've taken it upon yourself to clean and organize more than usual.

Oboro: Yeah. I've been really fired up about it!

Ryoma: Well, that's...hmm...

Oboro: I've been trying to fill my niche in the army, like you said. Cooking, cleaning, knowing who needs a breather...anything I can do. I put my time in on the battlefield, but I'm trying to make myself useful elsewhere too.

Ryoma: It's a shining example for us all. And indeed, those skills will be in demand when the war is over.

Oboro: Heehee, I'm honored, Lord Ryoma. But I've got my own dream to chase...

Ryoma: Indeed? What sort of dream?

Oboro: Once the war's over, there'll be a big celebration, right? I want to be the one to provide outfits for all the attendees.

Ryoma: Outfits?

Oboro: Yeah. My parents were tailors. Before Nohrian bandits killed them, that is... Someday I want to follow in their footsteps and make fine clothing.

Ryoma: I hadn't known that about you... But it's a wonderful dream. Allow me to support you as best I can.

Oboro: Really? Gosh, thanks!

Ryoma: I'm only too happy to support my subjects. I look forward to the day I can wear your creations to the celebratory gala.

Oboro: I can't wait either!

S Support

Ryoma: Are you cleaning again?

Oboro: Lord Ryoma! You shouldn't be here—all the dust I'm kicking up is bad for your lungs.

Ryoma: Is it? Well, perhaps I can return later. Although...

Oboro: Um, Lord Ryoma? If you keep standing there, you're gonna get covered in dust...

Ryoma: I came to speak to you on a very important subject, Oboro.

Oboro: Oh yeah? What is it?

Ryoma: My love for you. I came to offer myself to you as a lifelong companion.

Oboro: What? No, really...what?! This is all pretty sudden!

Ryoma: My interest was first sparked when I saw how devoted you were to your comrades. It was then that I became confident that you would be a suitable match.

Oboro: I don't know what to say...

Ryoma: To be in your presence gives me strength. I feel invincible—unstoppable. Please let me extend that same support to you.

Oboro: This is a lot to take in... I'm worried that I won't be as good a wife as you think I will be.

Ryoma: Nonsense! I fear that you're too hard on yourself, Oboro.

Oboro: What makes you say that?

Ryoma: Well, you work tirelessly, for one thing. It may not be the place for a sleep-deprived prince to tell you this, but... I'm concerned that you're pushing yourself past your limits.

Oboro: As long as everyone else is fine, I'm fine too!

Ryoma: Is that why you seem to always have a smile through the worst of it?

Oboro: Uh, well...

Ryoma: I think the smile on your face as you tend to others is your most attractive feature. Indeed, that was what captivated me until I found myself determined to wed you. So let's not hear any more of this about you being an unsuitable bride.

Oboro: Lord Ryoma... You say the sweetest things. Thank you so much. I hope you'll take care of me just the way I take care of you!