Awakening Supports/Maribelle Ricken

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C Support

Maribelle:
The tea is ready, Ricken.


Ricken:
...Mmm, that's good. Thanks, Maribelle.


Maribelle:
It's the least I can do after you saved me from those Plegian scoundrels, dear boy. A single cup of tea will scarce repay the debt I owe you!


Ricken:
Aw, you don't owe me.


Maribelle:
Ha! Without you, tea would be leaking from sword holes on every side of me! This debt must be paid, especially as we're both members of Ylisse's old high houses. We may not be as close now as in ages past, but we're peers nonetheless. If I can ever be of help, you need but ask.


Ricken:
Th-that's...


Maribelle:
Whatever is the matter, dear?


Ricken:
I'm just surprised to hear you say so, is all.


Maribelle:
Come now! You saved my life! Surely you don't think me the sort to forget a debt?


Ricken:
No, not that! The part about our houses. My house isn't like it used to be. ...Actually, we're dead broke.


Maribelle:
Ah, yes. That. Well, the recent financial struggles of your house are hardly-


Ricken:
I was just surprised to hear you call us peers. That's all. Plus, look at me! I'm hardly an aristocrat.


Maribelle:
And what else could you be, mmm? A noble's honor isn't measured by size of purse, but quality of character. And anyone who would risk his life for another has a noble spirit indeed! Your family is every bit an equal to mine, and hang those who say differently!


Ricken:
Heh... Thanks, Maribelle.

B Support

Maribelle:
Oh, Ricken, dear? Let me see your leg.


Ricken:
Wh-what? Why would you want to--


Maribelle:
Ricken!


Ricken:
Urk! Y-yes, ma'am.


Maribelle:
Heavens, look at this wound! Small wonder you're gimping about like the village drunk! Why didn't you say something about this?


Ricken:
What, this? Ha ha! Oh, this is nothing! Just a ...flesh wound.


Maribelle:
And what if this "flesh wound" were to get infected? Mmm? What then? You must stop taking unnecessary risks! ...Such as fighting at all.


Ricken:
What?! What's THAT supposed to mean?


Maribelle:
Putting someone so young in the line of fire is the worst kind of cowardice. Yes, you saved me, but you could have died a hundred times along the way! Well, never again! I shall demand Chrom find a way to spare you further combat. I should have done this sooner, dear boy. Oh, I hope you can forgive my--


Ricken:
Don't you dare! ...And don't call me a boy! I can handle myself in a fight, Maribelle. You should know that better than anyone.


Maribelle:
Now see here! No one doubts your abilities, least of all me. But I would be devastated beyond comfort if anything happened to you.


Ricken:
I have this power for better or worse, and I know how to fight. Don't ask me to sit by while my friends, my family and my country are in danger.


Maribelle:
I suppose if you're truly certain, it is not my place to stop you. I only ask that you don't stop me from striving to keep you safe. TELL me when you're hurt, Ricken! Let me use my gifts for you as well. You'll keep no one safe by playing the stoic.


Ricken:
All right.

A Support

Maribelle:
This war grows more intense with each passing battle.


Ricken:
I'm exhausted as well, but if we give up now, all of Ylisse will suffer. We have to stay strong for them.


Maribelle:
Ricken, I owe you an apology for my words from the other day. You understand the situation as well as any of us, and I was wrong to imply otherwise.


Ricken:
You weren't wrong. ...Not totally, anyway. I AM young, and I DID hide an injury. I'm trying to be more careful. I really am.


Maribelle:
Good. You tell me the moment you get even a scratch, are we clear?


Ricken:
You may not believe this, but I have no desire to suffer a terrible injury.


Maribelle:
Yes, well. So long as that's understood. By the by, I procured a delicious blend of tea in town the other day. If we both manage to survive the coming battle, I promise to share it with you.


Ricken:
Ha! That sounds delicious! Just make sure you're careful too, all right? I'm not the only person on the battlefield that people care about.


Maribelle:
You've become quite the noble young man, Ricken.

S Support

Maribelle:
Ricken...


Ricken:
Oh, is it teatime already?


Maribelle:
Er, not quite. I've actually come to you with something of a proposal. You see, I would like to help with the restoration of your family's fortune.


Ricken:
That's really kind, but not necessary. It's not like we eat crumbs off the floor. And while your coin might repair the house, our name would still be sullied. We have to do this ourselves.


Maribelle:
Well, yes, naturally. But...


Ricken:
Although, I've been thinking. I know this may sound odd, but... I have a proposal of my own.


Maribelle:
Oh?


Ricken:
I want you to have this.


Maribelle:
...This is a signet ring. And it bears your house crest! Ricken, I cannot accept this. Such a token is best reserved for your future wife.


Ricken:
Yes. I know.


Maribelle:
Oh, moldy caviar! How could I have been so daft? It seems you and I are proposing the same thing.


Ricken:
Wait, you WANT to get married? I thought you'd say I was far too--


Maribelle:
Of course! As you say, a family's name can only be restored from within.


Ricken:
I don't give a whit for my name, Maribelle! I'll only marry you if...if you love me.


Maribelle:
I believe that I do, yes. It seemed a bit... Well, unusual, I suppose, so I thought if I covered it somehow...


Ricken:
You made up the thing about my family name because you were embarrassed?


Maribelle:
Perish the thought, Ricken! I'm deeply concerned for your family's honor. Besides, do you think me the sort who would marry a man she didn't love?


Ricken:
Oh, Maribelle! I've been in love with you since the moment we met! I'll make you happy! I swear it!


Maribelle:
R-really? From the moment we met?


Ricken:
I nearly went mad when I heard you'd been taken captive! Chrom tried to stop me from going, but I wouldn't hear of it!


Maribelle:
I don't know what to say... You have become a man with strength equal to the passion of his convictions. And now I'll have the pleasure of sharing tea with that man for the rest of my life.


Ricken:
Then prepare the kettle, my love![