Awakening Supports/Kjelle Morgan(M)

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C Support

Morgan:
Is this another training day for you, Kjelle?

Kjelle:
...Every day is a training day.

Morgan:
Man, that armor must weigh a ton! Can I help you carry anything?

Kjelle:
To stay adaptable, I train with every kind of weapon and armor I can find. Sometimes all at once. ...So believe me, I'm fine.

Morgan:
I guess that explains why you're so much stronger than other girls! ...Er, and guys. I'd barely be able to walk in all that!

Kjelle:
This is nothing.

Morgan:
Well, I think it's amazing! Hey, do you mind if I watch you go through your training routine?

Kjelle:
Why?

Morgan:
Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in camp. So if you've got any tips on bulking up, I want to know about 'em!

Kjelle:
You're not going to get stronger relying on other people. Figure this out yourself, Morgan.

Morgan:
No, wait! I'm not asking you to teach me or anything. I just want to...watch.

Kjelle:
A knight's training isn't some puppet show. Now leave me be! *Kjelle leaves*

Morgan:
B-but, I didn't mean to... Oh man, it didn't seem like so much to ask...

B Support

Morgan:
Oh, here you are! I'm been looking for you everywhere!

Kjelle:
What do you want? I'm just about to start my training.

Morgan:
Perfect! I came to observe.

Kjelle:
What a short memory you have. I already told you I don't want you watching me.

Morgan:
No, I remember! ...Although I'd be the last person to brag about their memory. But this time I'm not just here to watch. I came to assist you!

Kjelle:
...Assist me?

Morgan:
Yup! I'll fetch your weapons and armor and bring you water when you're thirsty. I've even brought a stack of towels for when things get sweaty! This is gonna be fun!

Kjelle:
Huh?!

Morgan:
If there's anything I'm leaving out, just let me know. I'm here for you!

Kjelle:
Yes, but WHY are you here? Why do you care this much?

Morgan:
Er, because I want to watch a master at work, of course. Then I can incorporate what I learn here into my own training regimen. I realize now it was selfish to expect you to divulge your secrets for free. So I figure I can pay you back by being a training lackey! ...Or whatever you call it.

Kjelle:
It's called a squire. ...And I will admit, you are persistent, at the very least.

Morgan:
I'm not too strong and I'm not too smart, but I'm as eager as they come!

Kjelle:
All right. We can try it. Do not lag behind!

Morgan:
Yay! Thanks, Kjelle!

Kjelle:
......

Morgan:
Ooh, do we have time for one quick question before we get started?

Kjelle:
Ugh, what is it now?

Morgan:
You're super strong for such a pretty girl!

Kjelle:
...That's not a question.

Morgan:
Yeah, I know. I'm getting to it. Anyway, are you just a mountain of muscle under that armor or what?

Kjelle:
...... The first thing my squire must do is stop talking. ...Forever, if possible. If you do not, I will show you my muscles by snapping your arms like twigs.

Morgan:
Eep! I'll, uh... I'll just be quiet now. Eyes open, mouth closed! Won't hear another peep! No sir! Er, ma'am! Still as a church mouse, that's me!

Kjelle:
Gods, I haven't even started and already I'm exhausted...

A Support

Morgan:
I know you're right in the middle of things, but why don't we take a quick break?

Kjelle:
*Pant* S-sure...Thanks for...your help today, Morgan. You've really... made things easier...

Morgan:
Hey, I get to watch your routine up close. I'm the one who should be thanking you. You always...Er, Kjelle? You all right? You look pale.

Kjelle:
*Huff, huff* F-fine...Just a...bit tired.

Morgan:
Already? That's not like you. Are you sure you're feeling well? Now that I think of it, you seemed unsteady on your feet a few times today...

Kjelle:
You're...imagining things...I'm fine.

Morgan:
Actually, you're very, very pale. ...And your skin is clammy! We should get you medical attention. Do you need help walking?

Kjelle:
*Wheeze* S-stop it...I said I'm f-fine... Haven't missed...a day's training yet...N-not about...to start today... Anyone weak enough...to let a fever stop them will...n-never become strong...

Morgan:
Don't be so stubborn, Kjelle!

Kjelle:
Nnnngh...J-just go. I don't...Don't want you to see me like this...

Morgan:
Oh my gosh, you're delirious! Look, stay right where you are. I'll bring a healer, stat!

Kjelle:
Don't! I don't need a...healer! I've got work to do here!

Morgan:
You can't seriously intend to keep training in your condition.

Kjelle:
And you can't seriously...think you can stop me... If you're my squire...then assist me...or get out...of my way! *wheeze*

Morgan:
A squire cannot sit by and watch a knight die from scurvy...or whatever you have!

Kjelle:
N-not...your decision...And it's the end for me, either way... If I stop pushing...others pass me...C-can't afford to...rest...

Morgan:
...Fine. But I'm going to watch you like a hawk! A tiny hawk, but still! A hawk!

Kjelle:
Still planning to...get in my way?

Morgan:
No, you train as hard as you like. But the minute I see you wobble, I'm dragging you to the infirmary. I'll hog-tie you if I have to! ...Er, or I'll try, at least.

Kjelle:
M-Morgan...

Morgan:
I know it's not a squire's place to mouth off, but I think--

Kjelle:
It's fine. It's good...of you...You...keep watch...

Morgan:
Yes sir! Er, ma'am!

S Support

Morgan:
All right, time to catch another of Kjelle's training sessions. Though some days it's more self-flagellation than training... If it wasn't for me, she'd probably be dead by now. Hey, Kjelle! You here? Kjelle?

Kjelle:
*offscreen* Morgan?! Wait, don't---

Morgan:
Ah, there you-- WAAAAAAAAAH!

Kjelle:
MORGAAAAAAAAAN!

Morgan:
N-NAKED! I mean sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were bathing! I'll wait out here, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh gods, please don't kill me!*blackout*

Morgan:
...So, um, right. Yes. ...Sorry.

Kjelle:
It's my own fault. I should have heard you coming.

Morgan:
Well, hey, I...I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of!

Kjelle:
...What's that supposed to mean?

Morgan:
Er, I just mean... You're so beautiful! Even more than I'd imagined!

Kjelle:
...You've imagined it?

Morgan:
Ha ha! No! Of course not! Never! ...Maybe once. ...Twice. ...Okay, all the time! Oh gods, please don't hurt me. I always thought you'd look like a big side of beef, but you don't! You're so...um... Actually, I think I'll just stop talking now.

Kjelle:
Morgan? Some advice for the future... Never tell a girl you thought she'd look like a side of beef.

Morgan:
R-right! Yeah, I mean, it was just so... Um, are we starting already? Why are you getting out the weapons? And why are you pointing them at me?! It was a compliment!

Kjelle:
...Was it now?

Morgan:
Aieeeeee! Somebody help--muh?

Kjelle:
I should probably kill you right now, but oddly enough, I'm not mad. Heh, Though normally you've got to buy the cow before you get a show like that.

Morgan:
Th-then sell me the cow! That's a deal only a fool would pass up!

Kjelle:
...Gods, you are really bad at this.

Morgan:
N-no! That's not what I...Er, but that doesn't mean I don't want to... It's not as beefy as I thought, but I think it's still a very nice cow! The best cow! Gah, you're right! I am terrible at this! Look, Kjelle! I really, really like you!

Kjelle:
...I know. You're awful with words, but I could always read you clearly enough.

Morgan:
Er, so if you know and you haven't killed me yet, does that mean...?

Kjelle:
We can try it. But you have to bulk up those scrawny arms of yours. If you can commit to my rigid training regimen, you can commit to me. Just know this: if I catch you slacking even once, I'm outta here!

Morgan:
Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am! If I've learned anything from watching you, it's perseverance! I'll keep working with you till I'm as big and beefy as-- Er, I mean... You know what? I'll shut up now.