Awakening Supports/Tharja Kellam

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Tharja:
Now where did I put that...

Kellam:
Looking for something?

Tharja:
...! The last person who snuck up on me like that isn't a person anymore. How do you stay so quiet? Is it a spell of some kind?

Kellam:
Um, no. Not that I know of, anyway.

Tharja:
Right. Well, nice talking to you, quiet man. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to mail.

Kellam:
Oh! I'm here to mail a letter, too. Can I give you a hand?

Tharja:
...I know how to mail a letter. I just hope the postmen are still going to Plegia.

Kellam:
Hmm. I imagine they would, but it's hard to say for certain. Why Plegia? Is that where your family lives?

Tharja:
Yes.

Kellam:
I suppose you're worried about them, huh? I worry about mine a lot.

Tharja:
I come from a family of powerful mages. They can usually take care of themselves. But times like these... Well, who knows?

Kellam:
A family of spell casters? Oh, wow. I bet they're safe as houses!

Tharja:
I hope so...

B Support

Kellam:
Say, Tharja?

Tharja:
Agh! What did I say about sneaking up on me like that? Next time, I'll turn you into a newt.

Kellam:
I wasn't sneaking, honest! That's just how I walk. Anyway, I just came to give you this. It arrived in the morning post.

Tharja:
A letter? For me? Give it here.

Kellam:
......

Tharja:
Oh, good.

Kellam:
Is it your family? Are they all right?

Tharja:
...Are you still here?

Kellam:
I was just anxious to know the news.

Tharja:
Why do you care about my family? It's kind of creepy. But if you must know, it's from my parents and everyone is just fine. ...And your family?

Kellam:
Um, nothing yet. I've been coming here every morning, but...yeah. My eldest brother has a wife, and they usually answer right away. But this time, I don't know...

Tharja:
I can check for you. ...I mean, if you want.

Kellam:
How?

Tharja:
I'm a mage, quiet man. There's not much we can't do.

Kellam:
Gosh, would you really? That would be a load off my mind!

Tharja:
Sure. Now, tell me about this brother of yours, and omit no detail. If I'm missing important information, the spell might go...horribly wrong.

Kellam:
*Gulp* Um... D-does that happen a lot?

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Kellam:
Hey, Tharja?

Tharja:
Argh! ...That's it. Newt time for you.

Kellam:
I'm sorry! I tried not to startle you! I clanked two pots together and everything! P-please don't turn me into a newt...

Tharja:
Oh, all right. I'll give you another chance. Anyway, I assume this means you heard from your brother?

Kellam:
That's right! He was in the refugee camp, just like you said. His letter says he and his family evacuated to avoid the fighting. I'd still be looking for him if it wasn't for you.

Tharja:
Don't worry about it.

Kellam:
Also, it sounds like he and his wife had a little baby boy. Which makes me an uncle, I suppose.

Tharja:
Hee. That's good news.

Kellam:
Um...

Tharja:
What?

Kellam:
N-nothing. I've just never seen you smile before. It's nice, is all.

Tharja:
Maybe I'll turn you into that newt after all...

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Tharja:
Kellam?

Kellam:
Gah! Y-you scared me! How did you see me?

Tharja:
Heh. At last, revenge for all the times you crept up on me... I just had to modify a little invisibility spell I've been working on.

Kellam:
Gosh. It must be handy being able to use magic like that.

Tharja:
Here. I brought you something.

Kellam:
What is it?

Tharja:
It's a charm. It protects the wearer from misfortune and bad luck. I made a big pile and had some spares. I thought you could give it to your nephew.

Kellam:
Aww, thanks! My brother and his wife will be so excited! You've been so nice to me, Tharja. I don't know how to repay you.

Tharja:
I had some left over. That's all. Don't freak out.

Kellam:
So actually, I have something for you, too. It's... Well, here.

Tharja:
...A ring? Did you win this at a carnival or something?

Kellam:
I like you, Tharja. You're smart, and pretty, and you've been good to me and mine. Anyway, I've been thinking that maybe you and me could...be together?

Tharja:
You are so very strange, quiet man. But I suppose I'm not exactly the harvest-festival queen myself.

Kellam:
Don't say that! You're perfect!

Tharja:
Now I know there's something wrong with you. But all right. Let's get married and make a strange life for the both of us.

Kellam:
Wonderful! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news!