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 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 is 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? Next time, I'll turn you into a newt.

Kellam:
I wasn't sneaking, honest! That's just how I walk. Anyway, I 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?

A Support

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've heard from your brother?

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