Fates Supports/Mozu Rhajat(PC)
Mozu: Rhajat, can I have a word?
Rhajat: Hello, Mother. Why are you making that scary face? Did I do something?
Mozu: I have to ask you something awfully important. Be honest with me, OK?
Rhajat: O-OK... What is it?
Mozu: I heard that you went and cast a spell on some of the villagers. Is that true?
Rhajat: They wanted me to perform a good-luck ritual for their upcoming harvest. I didn't really want to, but they were so insistent that I gave in eventually.
Mozu: Well some of those folks have been complaining about you.
Rhajat: Why would they complain about me? I just complied with their request...
Mozu: Some kind of sickness has been spreading around town. They've never seen this illness before.
Rhajat: I don't know why that would be. But sometimes even benign magic can have unintended side effects...
Mozu: The villagers are saying that your spell is to blame for everything. Now listen. I don't think you'd ever set out to hurt anybody. But you gotta tell me more about this enchantment of yours. If it had something to do with this illness, we need to find a way to help out. I don't want folks to keep spreading rumors about you.
Rhajat: Those villagers will be wary of me regardless of what I do. Maybe it doesn't really matter...
Mozu: Now what is that supposed to mean?
Rhajat: It's just complicated, Mother. You shouldn't involve yourself in this. No good will come of it.
Mozu: R-Rhajat! Now wait just a minute! Come on back here!
Mozu: I sure am beat. But I've still got a whole mess of work to do. Looks like I've got everything ready. Time to go!
Rhajat: Greetings, Mother.
Mozu: R-Rhajat! You startled me!
Rhajat: That bag is awfully large. What have you been getting up to?
Mozu: Oh, er... I was just stepping out to do a bit of shopping. That's all.
Rhajat: I know things have been crazy lately, but you look exhausted. Why not rest? I'd be more than happy to go to the market for you.
Mozu: Th-thanks a million, darling, I appreciate the offer. But I can handle a little shopping.
Rhajat: Is this supposed shopping trip just a ruse? You're only now leaving the house, and yet that bag is filled to the brim. You were planning to assist those sick villagers, weren't you?
Mozu: H-how did you know?
Rhajat: I have a keen awareness of events unfolding around me. Do you feel obligated to come to their aid because they blame me?
Mozu: No, you've got it all wrong...
Rhajat: Then what is driving you to help them?
Mozu: I can't just sit still while folks are hurting around me. I know you'd never try to hurt anyone, Rhajat. My helping them doesn't have a thing to do with you. I promise.
Rhajat: You didn't have to sneak around behind my back though...
Mozu: I'm so sorry. Listen, I need to get going. The villagers are waiting on these supplies.
Rhajat: Wait... I know that I'm not responsible for this illness. I'll be able to explain everything soon. But I need a little more time...
Mozu: I won't ask again. You just come and find me whenever you're ready to talk. OK?
Rhajat: Thank you for understanding, Mother.
Rhajat: Here, Mother. I wanted to show you what I've been working on.
Mozu: Is this some kind of medicinal herb? I don't think I've ever seen it before. Wait a second. Are you fixing to treat the villagers' illness with this?
Rhajat: Precisely. It took longer than I would have liked to mature. I even had to use a bit of light magic to encourage the herb's growth. If I could have brought it to you sooner, I would have. I just needed to make sure it worked first. I'm sorry...
Mozu: So how did you find this remedy?
Rhajat: It took some time. When the villagers asked me to cast a spell for them, I noticed something strange... There were several people who were coughing profusely. A few of them also looked quite pale...
Mozu: So they'd already fallen ill before you even cast that spell!
Rhajat: Yes, exactly. I had heard that there was a rare herb that naturally fights illness. I managed to track down some seeds and got to sprouting them right away.
Mozu: Why didn't you talk to the villagers? No one would have been suspicious if you'd just said something!
Rhajat: My sole concern wasn't their perception of me. It was their health. The most important thing was to find a cure before the sickness got out of control. All I really cared about was you trusting me.
Mozu: What are you jabbering about? I can't believe you were so stubborn, Rhajat!
Rhajat: Um, why are you hugging me? We need to get this herb to the villagers.
Mozu: Y-yeah. I reckon you're right. Come on, then, Rhajat. Let's get going!
Rhajat: OK, Mother.