Cordelia/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Cordelia's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Avatar (M)

Cordelia	Support information:				File:Small portrait avatar m-default fe13.png Robin (M)
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady Genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. Here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry, I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's else I can do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided.

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Er, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of the new recruit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your own.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.

S Support

Avatar: Cordelia, what are you doing?

Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!

Avatar: From the top of this cliff?! You'll never see it again!

Cordelia: That's the idea. Seeing it only reminds me of my fallen comrades. If I'm ever going to be the knight they hoped I'd be, I have to let go of the past.

Avatar: ...I daresay you're right.

Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!

Avatar: Whoa, what a throw! That javelin sailed like the wind! You really are a geniu— Er, you are skilled at many things.

Cordelia: Oh, it's all right. I'm not going to get upset about that word anymore. And I promise not to collapse weeping into your arms ever again!

Avatar: Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...

Cordelia: Avatar, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!

Avatar: Er, actually...

Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.

Avatar: I know, but... Um... You were right.

Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Avatar!

Avatar: No...I'm not joking. In fact I've never been more serious. And to prove it...here.

Cordelia: Oh, heavens. It's... It's a ring.

Avatar: Will you marry me, Cordelia?

Cordelia: Why, Avatar... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I accept with all my heart!

Avatar: Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!

Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!

Cordelia (Confession): Thank you. I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall love you above...all others...for the rest of my days.

Avatar (F)

Cordelia	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar f-default fe13.png Robin (F)
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Eh, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new recuit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your owm.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.

Frederick

Cordelia	Support information:				Frederick
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for, sir.
Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to—
Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
Frederick: ......
Cordelia: Frederick?
Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
Cordelia: Ph-Phila said that?!
Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a successor of your caliber.
Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong impression if they overhear such flattery.
Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo me...
Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!

B Support

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait, is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a spear.
Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort, and not a matter of luck.
Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to understand how skilled you really are.
Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new recruits understand this.
Cordelia: ......
Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...
Frederick: You are?
Cordelia: I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being me.
Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
Frederick: Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?

A Support

Cordelia: Frederick!
Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?
Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.
Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
Cordelia: You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.
Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?
Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.
Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day?) (Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?) (Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.
Frederick: Er, what?
Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse your invitation!
Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds—chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.
Frederick: I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liason. But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!

S Support

Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
Frederick: Didn't we do that already?
Cordelia: We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said anything!
Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi—
Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why, Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the picnic hamper.
Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next conversation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it takes.
Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
Cordelia: Absolutely!
Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
Cordelia: Goody!
Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating about the bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am in love with you.
Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree to surprise me!
Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.
Cordelia: Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out, I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.
Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?
Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another. It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
Frederick: You will?
Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will you make me the happiest woman in the world?
Frederick: I swear it, milady.

Virion

Cordelia	Support information:				Virion
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?
Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.
Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.
Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art, and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughout all of Ylisse!
Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See, the truth is... Um…
Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a plight. Mayha—
Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is awkward enough as it is…
Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have identified your trouble!
Cordelia: ...Go on.
Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and single minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw with all of your being, and wish to reform your character. ...Well? Has Virion once again struck the bull's-eye?
Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking. ...How did you know?
Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only attentive.
Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!
Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely overheard…
Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.
Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright approach.
Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless…
Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient advice!

B Support

Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice you seem troubled as of late…
Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?
Virion: Your fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased with worry... Our cares always find a way of rising to the surface, mmm? And your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.
Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.
Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her features.
Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And keep that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.
Virion: And whyever not?
Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes me feel like I've...lost.
Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition. But...dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?
Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.
Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu—
Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!
Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps sometime we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful face is ill served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!
Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!

A Support

Cordelia: Virion, well met.
Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set eyes upon your perfect visage.
Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick, as always... I was hoping we could talk.
Virion: My ears await the sounds of your gentle voice…
Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.
Virion: Oh?
Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum mood.
Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?
Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling... What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there are things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.
Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your cheeks!
Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?
Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!
Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your help.
Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of your love for me have finally taken root, blossoming in—
Cordelia: WRONG!

S Support

Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*
Virion: Ah, someone slept well!
Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind, sir?!
Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... ...Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.
Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.
Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well in your eyes.
Cordelia: And that would be interesting...why?
Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on milady's snowy cheek?
Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across every girl in camp.
Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble servant!
Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I see you sidling up to the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?
Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart... You DO love me!
Cordelia: ......
Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial? Mmm?
Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean... Argh! I don't know what I mean!
Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into his heart!
Cordelia: It's just that—
Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep hope that such a moment might arise.
Cordelia: A...ring?
Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you marry me?
Cordelia: I... Well, I…
Virion: I know that you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do. And on this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of your affections than I.
Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?
Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and sorrows. But finally I sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away from Chrom.
Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea that you were paying so close attention…
Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes that you will accept!
Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?
Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From now on we share them, as we share everything: together.

Vaike

Cordelia	Support information:				Vaike
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Vaike: Chrom! Hey, CHROOOOOOM! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Cordelia: Vaike.
Vaike: Ah HA! Found ya!
Cordelia: Do I look like Chrom, you oaf?! I wish you'd stop chasing him around.
Vaike: I ain't chasin' no one. We're archrivals! Our paths are destined to cross.
Cordelia: Destiny doesn't need your help, and Chrom doesn't need a rival. Stop bothering him. Let the man concentrate on winning this war.
Vaike: Bothering him?! He loves sparrin' with ol' Teach! Ain't turned me down yet.
Cordelia: That's because you corner him and refuse to go away until he agrees. Hear me, Vaike. If you hold any love for Chrom, you will let this go.
Vaike: Hmm... The Vaike is starting to think this ain't about Chrom at all—it's about YOU!
Cordelia: Oh, for the love of... Fine then. If it's a duel you want, I will accept your challenge.
Vaike: ...YOU? Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Cordelia: That's right. If you want to fight Chrom, you have go through me first.
Vaike: Oh, I get it—you think you can weaken me so I'll lose when I take on Chrom after? Hah! I could take the two of you with both hands tied behind my back! Let's go, sister!

B Support

Vaike: GYAAA! I almost had Chrom that time... I was so close!
Cordelia: No matter how often you lose, you never give up, do you? It's almost...admirable. But why do you insist on using an axe? Chrom has the advantage with his sword.
Vaike: Pshaw. I don't go in for that weapon-matchup mumbo jumbo. If I start thinkin' on the battlefield, I'm done for! I stick with what I know: instinct, brute strength, and the stupidity to keep fightin'!
Cordelia: Do you really want to beat Chrom?
Vaike: What do you think?!
Cordelia: I've been watching you fight. You have the ability and talent, no doubt. But it's obvious you never learned the basics. Too pigheaded, I'm guessing...
Vaike: Hey, who you calling a pig?! I wash all the time!
Cordelia: There are better ways to fight than swinging the axe wildly around your head. If you like, I can show you some techniques.
Vaike: You really think you can help me beat Chrom?
Cordelia: I can give you the tools. It's up to you to make them work.
Vaike: Well, I got nothin' to lose. Let's do it!
Cordelia: I should warn you, though... I don't go easy on my students.
Vaike: Well I should warn you: you ain't never had a student like the Vaike!

A Support

Cordelia: Phew. Let's take a breather.
Vaike: *Pant, pant* S-s-so soon...? B-but I can...keep...going...
Cordelia: Bold words...if we ignore the fact that you can barely gasp them out. Rest and recovery are important parts of training. So now, we rest.
Vaike: *Wheeze* Well, if...if you insist... I'll...just sit here...on the ground. Blistering bulls... I'm damn near dead...
Cordelia: I must say, Vaike, you've impressed me. I didn't expect you to learn so much in such a short period of time.
Vaike: Me either! I never had much patience for learnin' the basics... But you make it kinda fun. I'm pickin' up stuff I'd never learn alone. Hmm... I guess my way isn't always the best way after all.
Cordelia: Why, how very unlike the Vaike to recognize that.
Vaike: Takes a real man to admit when he's wrong! ...Or consider it, I guess.
Cordelia: In any case, I'm very pleased with your progress.
Vaike: There is one thing that's botherin' me, though...
Cordelia: What's that?
Vaike: Well, you know how me and Chrom are archrivals of destiny and fate? By teaching me, aren't you helpin' to take him down in a way?
Cordelia: By making you stronger, I help Chrom to grow strong as well. Only by being challenged can we hope to better ourselves.
Vaike: Hmm... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.
Cordelia: The Shepherds need everyone at their best, and that includes you. So your training is actually for the benefit of everyone.
Vaike: Gads! When it comes to usin' yer noggin, you could give Robin a run!
Cordelia: It's only because you never use your own head that we all seem so intelligent.
Vaike: Hey, now wait just one—
Cordelia: Looks like someone has his wind back! Shall we get back to work, then?
Vaike: Yes, ma'am!
Cordelia: Remember: this is REAL training. I won't be going easy on you.
Vaike: Gimme everything you got! The Vaike's gotta defeat Chrom!

S Support

Vaike: Har har, yes! Didja see that?! I won a round against Chrom! I mean, he won one, too, so I guess it's technically a draw. But still!
Cordelia: I did see—it was quite the spectacle. Both of you fought to your limits.
Vaike: The sword's not my first choice, but I SWORE I'd win one eventually! 'Sides, I reckon beatin' Chrom was the only way to cut through your heart's defenses...
Cordelia: ...What are you talking about?
Vaike: Maybe it's time you stop waitin' on Chrom. There're others just as worthy.
Cordelia: I...I have no idea what you are talking about! And furthermore—
Vaike: And when I say "worthy," I'm talkin' about the Vaike, natch! What say ya turn some'a that single-minded devotion my way?
Cordelia: B-but, I'm still not sure I properly understand...
Vaike: You've got passion, and I got passion! I'm thinkin' we can fan each other's fires and really set things ablaze! ...Here, I want ya to have this.
Cordelia: ...This is a ring. Vaike, are you...proposing?
Vaike: It's custom made, ya know? Had it crafted a while ago. I was hopin' I might knock Chrom outta your heart. And, well...I guess I'm still hoping. What do you say? I got a chance or what?
Cordelia: I, er... Well... What I want to say is... Yes, Vaike. Yes.
Vaike: Truly? You'll marry me?! Gods blow me down if this ain't the best day of the Vaike's whole life!
Cordelia: Well the Cordelia feels the exact same way, hee hee...

Stahl

Cordelia	Support information:				Stahl
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Hello, Stahl.
Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?
Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.
Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk songs, to boot!
Cordelia: It's been so long since last I played. When I saw this harp at the local market, I just couldn't resist.
Stahl: I remember how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put on an encore performance? It'd be huge for morale!
Cordelia: Oh, that court concert was a long time ago. I don't even remember the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in front of me.
Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!
Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.
Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined the royal orchestra.
Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's silly, I know.
Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.
Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarrassed... Er, oh, hey! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!
Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in anything. I'm going to have to step up my game if I ever hope to compete with that!

B Support

Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?
Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was— Um, is that a harp?
Stahl: Yep! Just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet music, too.
Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!
Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.
Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.
Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll practice until my eyes—
Cordelia: Well, it's...good to have a goal.
Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be as dedicated to things as you are, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Heh. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I think we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first few bars of this song...
Stahl: You have my undivided attention. ......
Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er, right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... ......
Stahl: Wow, you played that note so beautifully...
Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!
Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!
Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?
Stahl: Er, yes. Right. Sorry. Go ahead.
Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure my methods are...sound.
Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a perfectionist than I thought. This is going to be tough.

A Support

Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was supposed to teach you— ...Err, that song. Yes, the song you're playing...right now. Goodness, Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?
Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knew I had to practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...
Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.
Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment—even in the latrines!
Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is...quite dedicated. By the by, I've never heard that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it! Such a nice twist on an old classic.
Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.
Cordelia: How very astute of you.
Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.
Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I. Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?
Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!
Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a good thing.
Stahl: Muh?
Cordelia: Well, if you don't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort to acquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.
Stahl: Hmm... I suppose so.
Cordelia: And that persistence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more like you!
Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!
Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.
Stahl: It would be my honor!

S Support

Cordelia: Phew...
Stahl: That was wonderful.
Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played in exquisite harmony and every note was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!
Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me realize something... I think you and I should spend more time together.
Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...
Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning clear?
Cordelia: Stahl!
Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my love a secret any longer.
Cordelia: You...know about Chrom?
Stahl: Sure. Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was so full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so, right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.
Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?
Stahl: ...What?
Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.
Stahl: I...have?
Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I want to be able to know that joy each and every day!
Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the rest of your life!
Cordelia: Wonderful! But, er...EVERY morning?

Kellam

Cordelia	Support information:				Kellam
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: ...Good. It seems that I have gone undetected.
Kellam: Oh, hey, Cordelia. What are you doing?
Cordelia: K-Kellam?! How long have you been there? ...Gods, but it's impossible to do anything in secret with this guy hovering around.
Kellam: Sorry, did you say something? I didn't mean to interrupt your training.
Cordelia: Ah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's my fault I got caught.
Kellam: Practicing your stealth moves, eh? Are you planning some sort of covert op?
Cordelia: A good warrior should never neglect the chance to practice ALL her skills. You never know when they might come in handy.
Kellam: Wow, Cordelia. You're so dedicated.
Cordelia: Yes, but when it comes to stealth, you have us all beat.
Kellam: Yes, but I don't know if that counts. It's not like I practice or anything. People just seem to...overlook me.
Cordelia: Oh, come now. There must be SOMETHING special that you do!
Kellam: Not really. I just kind of stand here and fade into the background. Anyway, I'd better be on my way. Good luck with your training.
Cordelia: Kellam, wait! I wanted to talk more about— How does he DO that?! You'd think that armor would be a big clanking giveaway...

B Support

Cordelia: *Pant* O-okay, I think I did it...
Kellam: Hello, Cordelia. Are you practicing your stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Kellam, there you are! Listen, I think I've got the hang of this now. I just circled the whole camp without being spotted by anyone!
Kellam: Really? Oh, well done! That must have been hard.
Cordelia: But here's the thing: I made a count of everyone, and I never found you.
Kellam: That's because I was on guard duty patrolling the camp's perimeter.
Cordelia: What?! B-but I was sneaking AROUND the perimeter! I didn't see you anywhere! Are you sure you weren't taking a nap in one of the tents? I won't tell.
Kellam: No, I was on the perimeter. I even saw when you hid behind that raspberry bush.
Cordelia: Wait. You SAW me circling the camp? Then I didn't... Then I wasn't... Oh, blast it all!
Kellam: Aw, don't be glum. It's hard to be stealthy when you stand out as much as you do.
Cordelia: You think I stand out?
Kellam: Well, I mean, you're just so pretty, and you have that long hair, and—
Cordelia: That's it. I'm getting a haircut.
Kellam: Oh, no! Please don't do that!
Cordelia: I'm just joking, Kellam. Don't worry. But...thanks for the compliment.
Kellam: Oh, um... You're welcome.

A Support

Kellam: Hmm... I haven't seen Cordelia all day. I wonder if she's practicing her stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Correct!
Kellam: GYAAAH! How long have you been there?!
Cordelia: Yes! Nailed it! I finally managed to sneak up and catch you unawares! Gods, but that took forever.
Kellam: Congratulations!
Cordelia: Well, I still can't just disappear at will like you can.
Kellam: I find it helps to turn sideways. But sometimes I just stand there.
Cordelia: I'll never have that skill, no matter how much I practice.
Kellam: Why are you so worried about stealth? You have lots of other skills.
Cordelia: Oh, I have lots of skills, all right. But I haven't mastered any of them. I just wish there was ONE thing I could be better at than anyone else!
Kellam: Aw, I bet there is. Just let me think... Oh, I know! You're better at being able to do more things than anyone else!
Cordelia: That's...not quite what I had in mind.
Kellam: But it's an amazing skill! You learn new things nearly every day, right? That means you're the best at being average at everything!
Cordelia: Um...okay? I suppose that IS something to be proud of, huh?

S Support

Kellam: *Pant, pant* Okay. This time I won't blink for 17 minutes. Ready... Gwwwaaarrrrrrfff!
Cordelia: That's quite a workout, Kellam.
Kellam: My eyes! They burn! ...Oh! Hi, Cordelia. I'm practicing the exercises you used to see me.
Cordelia: I never expected that I'd be teaching them to you one day! But I kind of like it. It's fun to have a secret training partner.
Kellam: I think it's fun that someone actually talks to me. Which is why I went out and made you this ring.
Cordelia: Oh, Kellam, this is beautiful! Did you really craft this?
Kellam: Yep. It's probably not worth much, but there's only one like it in the whole world.
Cordelia: I didn't know you could make jewelry!
Kellam: Well, I can't really. But I tried my very best. It took a lot of trial and error, but...
Cordelia: You did all that for me?
Kellam: I...I really like you, Cordelia! More than anyone! Not to mention, you can actually see me. So, I got to thinking, and, um... Well, I'd really like you to accept this, and...you know, be my...
Cordelia: Oh, dear. Kellam, I'm so sorry. I don't know how to say this...
Kellam: Uh-oh.
Cordelia: Just kidding. YES! Yes, yes, and yes again! I accept your proposal!
Kellam: Oh, y-you do? Gosh, that's great! I kinda thought you'd turn me down.
Cordelia: Now why would I do that?
Kellam: Oh, you know. Because I'm kind of a wet leaf of lettuce...
Cordelia: You'll have to ditch that attitude if you want to be MY husband, mister!
Kellam: R-right! You got it!

Sumia

Cordelia	Support information:			Sumia
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Sumia: I'll be safe... I'll be dead... I'll be safe... I'll be dead…
Cordelia: Sumia, what are you doing?
Sumia: Oh, just seeing how I'll get on in the next battle.
Cordelia: ...By pulling petals off a flower?
Sumia: Yes. ...Why? Is that strange?
Cordelia: Well, no stranger than any other attempt to foretell the future, I suppose. I don't put much stock in horoscopes. Fate is what you make it, I always say.
Sumia: I wish I was strong as you, Cordelia.
Cordelia: How so?
Sumia: You have so much confidence in yourself you actually think you can control even fate. I'm just thrilled if I can walk through camp without tripping on a stool.
Cordelia: Our only limits are the ones we place on ourselves.
Sumia: But…
Cordelia: In fact, it's time you got rid of yours. First rule: no more flower fortunes.
Sumia: What?! But how will I—
Cordelia: Second rule: no questions! You don't need some weed to tell you what to do, Sumia. You control your own destiny. Trust me in this.
Sumia: Er, okay...

B Support

Cordelia: Well met, Sumia. How are you doing?
Sumia: Oh! H-hi, Cordelia! I'm great! Wonderful, actually! Thanks for asking!
Cordelia: ...What's the matter?
Sumia: The matter? Ha ha ha ha! Oh, you and your matter!
Cordelia: ...You're hiding something behind your back.
Sumia: Hm? Hiding something? Oh, no, I don't think so. I just like to streeeeeetch my arms like this... Ahhh…
Cordelia: You're doing flower fortunes again, aren't you?
Sumia: N-no! That's insane! You're talking like an insane person!
Cordelia: Then show me.
Sumia: Show you what? I don't have anythi—
Cordelia: SUMIA!
Sumia: Okay! Here! Take it!
Cordelia: You promised you'd stop this nonsense, remember?
Sumia: No, I didn't promise anything! You just ordered me to! You don't understand, Cordelia! I NEED my fortunes!
Cordelia: Why?
Sumia: Because they give me hope, and that inspires me to do my best…
Cordelia: But what if you get a bad fortune?
Sumia: Oh, I just keep trying until a good one pops up again!
Cordelia: *Sigh* Well...if they're that important to you…
Sumia: Oh, but they are! You'll see! I'll show you how much they help.
Cordelia: I still disapprove of such superstitious nonsense, but if you insist…
Sumia: Yay! Thanks, Cordelia! You won't regret it!

A Support

Cordelia: You've been looking strong and confident these past few days, Sumia.
Sumia: It's all because of my flower fortunes. I told you they helped!
Cordelia: Yes, I suppose I'm going to have to just accept them. Still, I wish I understood why they held such sway over you.
Sumia: Remember when you said I had to stop? Well, I did—for a bit, at least. But the whole time, I felt confused and...adrift.
Cordelia: Why?
Sumia: Do you know how scary it is to go through life without knowing what'll happen next?
Cordelia: Er, actually, that's pretty much the human condition.
Sumia: Not if you use fortunes!
Cordelia: You know fortunes are random, right? They have zero basis in fact.
Sumia: You're missing the point! They don't have to be right!
Cordelia: They don't?
Sumia: If the fortune is good, you work hard to keep things the same so it won't change. And if it's a bad fortune, then you work hard to change things so you can avoid it! Either way, you end up working to make the future how you want it.
Cordelia: That is...the most sensible nonsense I have ever heard.
Sumia: The fortunes motivate me to keep doing my very best!
Cordelia: Hmm... I think I see now. I saw fortune-telling as a way to avoid taking responsibility for your future. But the way you use it is the exact opposite…
Sumia: Exactly! The funny thing is, I never even realized it until you made me quit. So even if your advice was completely terrible, it was still useful in the end!
Cordelia: Er, you're welcome. ...I think. The important thing is that you have your confidence back. As for me, I'll stick with making my own future.
Sumia: Oh yeah? I've got another flower here... Wanna hear how that future will turn out?