Awakening Supports/Severa Noire
C Support
Noire:
Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?
Severa:
Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?
Noire:
Puh-puh-please?
Severa:
Oh, all right! Gods!
Noire:
S-sorry! I'm just scared, is all.
Severa:
Too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom by yourself at night? Honestly, Noire! You're a grown woman!
Noire:
I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry! ...Also, I'm sorry I yelled just there.
Severa:
Gods, enough! Stop apologizing and let's go.
Noire:
Th-thanks, Severa. You're always so nice to me.
Severa:
That must be a pretty low bar if I'm leaping over it. Why not bother someone else from time to time?
Noire:
Oh, I'd be too embarrassed...
Severa:
And you're not with me?
Noire:
You don't tease me for it.
Severa:
No, I suppose not. I'm only interested in taking self-important people down a peg. Teasing you would be like kicking a puppy. ...While it's asleep.
Noire:
...W-wait. Is that really the reason why?
Severa:
Oh, what does it even matter? At the end of the day, I'm still saddled with guarding you from the bogeyman.
Noire:
...Sorry?
Severa:
Never mind. We're old friends. Imposing on me is just what you do. ...Er, that sounded less harsh in my head.
Noire:
I think I know what you meant.
B Support
Noire:
Hngh... I-it hurts...
Severa:
Noire?! Are you all right?
Noire:
S-Severa...? I... Ngh!
Severa:
What's wrong? Are you hurt?
Noire:
I was m-making medicinal tea... A compound of herbs... I boiled them and drank the tea, and now it feels like my stomach is tied in knots!
Severa:
Since when do you know how to mix medicines?
Noire:
I don't. I just threw in whatever looked like an herb.
Severa:
You what?! Gods, are you insane?! Your stomach is fragile enough without you dumping weird potions into it!
Noire:
That's what the medicine was supposed to fix... Ungh...
Severa:
Oh, this is just too absurd...
Noire:
I thought maybe if my body were stronger, I'd be less meek, too. Then I wouldn't be such a scaredy-cat, and... Um... I wouldn't have to bug you all the time.
Severa:
Well it totally doesn't help either of us if you turn your guts inside out.
Noire:
No, you're right. I'm sorry.
Severa:
Look, just...lie down for a bit, okay?
Noire:
All right.
Severa:
I'll fetch you some water and some REAL medicine. Don't move till I get back, all right?
Noire:
Yes, ma'am...
Severa:
That's it.
Noire:
......
Severa:
Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hands she's filling?!
A Support
Noire:
Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!
Severa:
Gods, it's fine... It's just some spilled stew.
Noire:
B-but it was so...so chunky! *sob* *Sniff* I'm always causing trouble for you...
Severa:
And every time you do, I tell you it's fine and to stop apologizing, don't I? Besides, there was a ton of stew that you didn't spill... I even had seconds.
Noire:
Aw, you're so sweet!
Severa:
Although...
Noire:
Huh?
Severa:
Even at your best—and I say this lovingly—you're not the most together person. But you're still usually not this lame!
Noire:
...What do you mean?
Severa:
It's like whenever I'm around, minor slipups turn into full-blown disasters. I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours! ...Am I the only one who has noticed?
Noire:
...Oh.
Severa:
Needing an escort to go to the bathroom? Poisoning yourself with amateur potions? Dropping our dinner on the floor? I mean, I'm just saying is all, but why in the heck does this keep happening?
Noire:
...I've been wondering that myself.
Severa:
Oh?
Noire:
Well, um, see, I'm not doing it intentionally or anything, but... But maybe I'm subconsciously leaning on you for a familiar sense of security! I mean, um...that's my theory.
Severa:
Weirdo alert.
Noire:
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Severa.
Severa:
Oh, stop it... I don't mind.
Noire:
B-but I'm making so much work for you.
Severa:
Yeah, well, I suppose I make some work for you, too.
Noire:
What do you mean?
Severa:
People don't really rely on me for stuff. I'm more the...prickly type. So it's kind of... You know. ...Nice. Besides, who would keep you out of trouble if I wasn't around?
Noire:
Hee hee! You're so right!
Severa:
Just, uh... Don't go crazy, yeah? Everything in moderation.
Noire:
Heh, it's a deal!
