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

Avatar (M)

Panne	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: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know anything about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact that I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one—taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

B Support

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.

Avatar: Whoa, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these other tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight—I'll cook whatever you want. It was my being nosy that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

A Support

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for—

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ... Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly like every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

S Support

Panne: Mmm. That was excellent. Delicious as always, Avatar.

Avatar: Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.

Panne: That suits me just fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.

Avatar: I suppose it is warm, at least... Not a very high bar, is it?

Panne: No. Not that warmth. I mean it warms my heart. I had forgotten what that felt like. I was alone for so long...

Avatar: ......

Panne: ...Heh. I am being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.

Avatar: Panne, I... Here.

Panne: Wait, this is...?

Avatar: It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.

Panne: ...Marry?

Avatar: Oh, well... Marriage is when two people promise to stay with each other for life. You mean so much to me. It tears me up to think of you being alone... You've had too much of that already. ...Let me be your family.

Panne: You would do that?

Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.

Panne: And I would never be alone again?

Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.

Panne: And will you cook for me every day?

Avatar: If you want, sure.

Panne: ...I knew you were kind, Avatar. But this... I'm happier than I believed possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot stew!

Avatar: Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!

Panne (Confession): To think that I might love a human. What a strange world this is.

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: ...Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

B Support

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.

Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

A Support

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for-

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly the same as every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

Frederick

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

C Support

Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that? Ah, hold. It's only Panne... But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR-

Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.

Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning to eat me whole!

Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did i scare you?

Frederick: A knight does not know fear... This was more like surprise. Or perhaps alarm.

Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a newborn pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown used to fear and ignorance from your kind.

Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?

Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?

Frederick: When i was but a young boy, I loved in a small village in the hills. One day i wandered into the forest, where i was set upon by a mountain wolf. My wounds were most grievous... many in the village doubted i would survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.

Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things. Would you prefer i avoided you on the field of battle?

Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat-

Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a warrior.

Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.

Panne: Yes, well i am sure i cou-wait, what?!

B Support

Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form. Now, how is it if i stand over here? I'm quite a long way from you.

Frederick: Yes. That's fine.

Panne: Good. Now, if i come a little closer...

Frederick:Y-yes, that's fine. ...i think.

Panne: And if i move a liiittle biiit cloooser...

Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!

Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.

Frederick: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again. That reminds me: the other day you came to ask me a question. What was it?

Panne: Mmm... i do not remember.

Frederick: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.

Panne: It cannot be important if i forgot so easily. But i have a new question: what will you do with this fear of yours? Will you live in terror of animals for the rest of your days?

Frederick: If i knew of some way to cure it, good lady, i would not hesitate to do so.

Panne: Perhaps i can help.

Frederick: T-truly?

Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves another.

Frederick: That is a very kind gesture... Very well. I accept whatever aid you may provide.

Panne: I hope you are prepared...

A Support

Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. No, if i stand here...

Frederick: ...... ......... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER-CREATURE!

Panne: I think we might be stuck.

Frederick: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but i can't seem conquer this last bit.

Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next level.

Frederick: I'm not sure i approve of-

Panne: The next and final level.

Frederick: I DEFINITELY do not approve of-

Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!

Frederick: *Groan* Y-you...leapt upon me...

Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed me name. How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?

Frederick: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all. God's I've never noticed how soft and beautiful your fur is...

Panne: Good. All cured.

Frederick: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear for... Oh, look at these floppy ears! They're so cute!

Panne: OUCH! Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!

Frederick: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.

S Support

Frederick: Panne, might i have a word?

Panne: What is it?

Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this i owe you a great debt.

Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?

Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say suck a thing. even in jest. I am deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more i...brought you this.

Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all the others?

Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but yes. It is. I am so deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my wife?

Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps i am moving up in the world. Oh, enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face at me. I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And i would be proud to be your mate.

Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!

Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!

Virion

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

C Support

Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.
Virion: It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.
Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.
Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.
Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!
Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.
Panne: As you wish.
Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.
Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!
Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.
Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.
Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I admit defeat and bid you farewell.
Panne: Hmph. Weakling...

B Support

Panne: ...You.
Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.
Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.
Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.
Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.
Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.
Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?
Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.
Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.
Virion: We are most certainly not!
Panne: I do not understand.
Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses equal.
Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?
Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.
Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.

A Support

Panne: ......
Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?
Panne: What do you want, poet?
Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.
Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.
Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with...this.
Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?
Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?
Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.
Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?
Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?
Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.
Panne: Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.
Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.
Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!
Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?
Panne: Or the wine is.
Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.

S Support

Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.
Panne: ...Yes?
Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.
Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain yourself!
Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.
Panne: You are drunk.
Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope to guide you.
Panne: And you think you can offer that?
Virion: I will do so or die trying.
Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?
Virion: Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!
Panne: Only you would see rain as a good omen.
Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!
Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.
Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.

Vaike

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

C Support

Vaike: Panne! Ya got a sec?
Panne: Leave me be, human.
Vaike: Nope, sorry. Can't do it. We need to talk about your battle strategy. I don't like ya runnin' off and fightin' the enemy on your own.
Panne: If you desire the glory of the kill, you will have to move faster.
Vaike: This ain't about glory! When ya charge ahead like that, it puts us all in danger. We can't keep up, and then our formations start to break down.
Panne: I'll not be told when and where to fight by ignorant man-spawn! If my fighting style troubles you, you should look the other way.
Vaike: Pshaw! Not likely! Even if I wanted to, you're always in the thick of the action.
Panne: Man-spawn usually find it easy to ignore the existence of a taguel.
Vaike: Har! Like you beasts are any better. You wish all us humans would up and vanish, and ya don't mind sayin' so!
Panne: Why, you—
Vaike: Aw, don't try to deny it! We both know it's true.
Panne: Enough! If you wish me to follow like an obedient whelp, I shall oblige. It should prove amusing watching you blunder around the vanguard!
Vaike: ...Well, that could've gone better.

B Support

Vaike: Hey, Panne.
Panne: What now? Are you here to give me more unwanted battle orders? Don't worry, man-spawn. I'm staying as close to you as a mother to its kit.
Vaike: Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. Buuut… Maybe it'd be better if ya moved a little closer to the front lines. Fightin' at the rear ain't your style.
Panne: First you tell me to stay behind, and now you order me to advance? It's obvious what your real desire is: you want us fighting shoulder to shoulder. I refuse. I don't trust you man-spawn one bit. This taguel fights alone.
Vaike: All right, I admit it. Ya got me. But I think we make a good team, and I wanted to keep ya close.
Panne: You humans are beyond trust.
Vaike: Look. I ain't the smartest guy in the room, and I don't know much about taguel folk. But I know about YOU. You're brave and straightforward and honest, and I like that. I reckon ya got more honor than most humans I've known put together. Back in the slum where I grew up, trust earned ya a blade in the back. So you're smart not to trust our lot. ...Leastwise that's how I see it.
Panne: Then why would I trust YOU?
Vaike: 'Cause there's a difference between trustin' a human and trustin' a friend. We Shepherds all look after each other. ...Or ain't ya noticed?
Panne: I had sensed a...fellowship. Almost like a pack.
Vaike: Anyway, just think it over, Panne. I've done enough preachin' for one day.
Panne: Such a strange man...

A Support

Panne: Vaike?
Vaike: Hold on. YOU wanna talk to ME? Ain't that a kick in the teeth! But before ya start, I gotta apologize for all my blather the other day.
Panne: No apology is necessary. For some reason, I...enjoy talking with you. But I enjoy fighting with you even more. I have learned much at your side.
Vaike: Har! They don't call me Teach for nothin'! And in truth, I appreciate the backup.
Panne: You should be more careful about diving into the midst of the foe.
Vaike: Har har! A tiger can't change his spots. Crazy Vaike, they used to call me!
Panne: Heh…
Vaike: Well slap my side and call me a drum. You CAN laugh! You should do it more often, ya know? It makes your whole face light up.
Panne: Now you mock me! I know I must seem strange and...ugly in your eyes.
Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Have you gone daft?! Taguel and humans both got beauty to spare! ...And maybe even a little ugly, too.
Panne: How can you be so blind to the gulf that exists between our races?
Vaike: I just see a woman who likes to imagine walls where there ain't none. Human, taguel, pixie, or troll: if yer loyal and true, we can be friends.
Panne: I wish I could believe that.

S Support

Vaike: Is it my imagination, or have we been seein' a lot of each other recently?
Panne: It is not your imagination. Whenever I have the opportunity, I try to be by your side. I am...comfortable with you somehow. It is a most extraordinary feeling.
Vaike: Ya actually like bein' with me? 'Cause I like havin' you around, too.
Panne: You remember our last talk? How you made me...laugh?
Vaike: Yeah, sure.
Panne: That was the first time I'd laughed since the massacre when I lost my friends. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever laugh again.
Vaike: Har har! You just stick with me! Ol' Teach is always good for a laugh. ...Aw, heck. I was meanin' to save this, but I suppose now's as good a time as any.
Panne: A...ring? This is for me?
Vaike: Yeah, well, I was thinkin' that you and me might kinda sorta...you know, get married? I know it's forward as all heck, but I think you and me make a really good team. You can keep me outta trouble, and I can help ya be happy again! ...Maybe?
Panne: You realize what you are saying, yes? A life with me will not be easy.
Vaike: You're talkin' to Crazy Vaike, remember? There ain't nothin' I can't handle!
Panne: Well, then... This Crazy Vaike sounds like a human I could trust. So yes. I accept your ring with all my heart. Thank you!

Stahl

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

C Support

Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.
Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.
Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got—
Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?
Stahl: Er, no. But I know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of food we humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I thought... Um... Well, you know. Just trying to help.
Panne: How very like a human.
Stahl: I don't understand.
Panne: You offer lies as reasons and refuse to reveal your true motivations.
Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst—
Panne: Get out of my sight.
Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought maybe we could...you know? Spend some time together?
Panne: ......
Stahl: ...Right then. Okay. I'll just set these potatoes right here and go back—
Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.
Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to worry about in war than the state of my insides.
Stahl: If you say so...
Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will not forget it.
Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!
Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?

B Support

Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.
Panne: What do you want?
Stahl: Here, taste this for me.
Panne: I don't want to taste any—MURPH!
Stahl: See, if I come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess tent! It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really—
Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!
Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.
Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!
Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.
Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.
Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and squid.
Panne: I am still leaving.
Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This one's the best, I promise! It's a carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.
Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth... *Munch, munch*
Stahl: ...Well?
Panne: ...Unpleasant.
Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.
Panne: ...However, it IS edible.
Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...
Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess tent if you made this.
Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch so I can freeze some for later. Thank you, Panne!
Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.

A Support

Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?
Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!
Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.
Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?
Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on end.
Stahl: *Munch, munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait, what did you say about juice? Oh, gods! It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee! Urrrgh...
Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.
Stahl: N-no, I'm fine. Just a...little light headed is all.
Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.
Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just now?
Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?
Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's just a little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.
Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this fruit instead. It should be safe for human skin.
Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating it?
Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?
Stahl: Gracious, no! N-not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care? So, er...here goes... *crunch, crunch*

S Support

Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.
Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.
Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to come up with a menu everyone could enjoy. Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.
Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?
Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one minded at all. And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with you!
Panne: Hah.
Stahl: Did I say something funny?
Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in your eye again.
Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown somewhat comfortable around each other, right?
Panne: ...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.
Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!
Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.
Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.
Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.
Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might...take this ring?
Panne: Is it valuable?
Stahl: No! I mean, yes! ...That's not the point! I want us to marry and begin a new era in taguel-human relations.
Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic purposes?
Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.
Panne: Ah. I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.
Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever! And no potatoes will be invited!
Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you, Stahl.

Kellam

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

C Support

Kellam: Panne, aren't you going to join us for some sparring?
Panne: No.
Kellam: Can you not find a partner? Because I'm free if you'd like to—
Panne: When I fight, it is to the death. I am not interested in playing at war.
Kellam: Yes, but we—
Panne: Have you forgotten who I am, man-spawn? I am a taguel! In beast form, I cannot hold back until my thirst for blood is slaked. If you don't mind having your throat torn out, then let us spar by all means.
Kellam: Oh, I don't know. I think I'd be all right.
Panne: Hah. And why is that?
Kellam: Well, this massive suit of armor I trundle around in is pretty much impregnable.
Panne: Do not be so confident, iron man. If you fight me, I will grant no quarter. Do not expect me to stop until your guts are on the ground. I cannot be held responsible for the consequences.
Kellam: Oh, erm... Well, all right. That's fair, I suppose. But maybe you could stop right before the guts part?

B Support

Kellam: Hello, Panne. Looks like you decided to turn out for additional sparring.
Panne: I have come to challenge you.
Kellam: Uh, really? Because you sort of destroyed me in our first match.
Panne: You are still alive. This in itself is a victory for you.
Kellam: I thought I was going to die... Does that count?
Panne: It does not! This time, I shall remove your heart with my teeth.
Kellam: Er, do you mind if I ask you a question first?
Panne: If you must.
Kellam: Just before you deliver the finishing blow, you leap left and right. Why is that?
Panne: To confuse the defender and trick him into lowering his front guard.
Kellam: That makes sense. Robin was wondering about it, too. After we're finished, I'll have to go tell him/her. He/She will be very interested.
Panne: I have revealed one of my secrets. Now you must respond in kind. How is it that you were able to fend off my initial strike?
Kellam: Well, I turn left to take it here... Then I use the spear shaft like so...
Panne: I see. Sometimes you man-spawn are cleverer than you look. Well, then. Enough talk. Are you ready to die?
Kellam: Not really?
Panne: Come, come! Show some enthusiasm! Have you no pride as a warrior? You're a worthy foe capable of besting me, else I wouldn't deign to fight you.
Kellam: Th-thank you very much.
Panne: Don't thank me, fool! Where is your pride?

A Support

Kellam: *Groan* Ow, ow, owww... Whole...body...hurts...
Panne: Just stay still. And don't get up. I put a salve on the deepest cuts. Hopefully it works on humans, too.
Kellam: Ungh... I guess you...won again... C-congratulations...
Panne: Tsk... I know that you weren't interested in winning our mock battle. As we fought, a crowd of man-spawn gathered to watch and study my techniques. And later, many of them shared their skills and secrets with me. That was your true purpose, wasn't it? To trick me into fraternizing with others.
Kellam: When I first joined the Shepherds, I was all alone, too— ...Oh dear, that claw mark looks infected. OW! ...Yep, that's infected. Anyway, then Chrom invited me to spar and started introducing me to people.
Panne: And you thought to do the same for me at the risk of your own life and limb? You're a bigger fool than I thought.
Kellam: Zzzzzzzzz...
Panne: He's fallen asleep... Just as well. It will help him to heal faster. You are a fool, man-spawn. But you have courage.

S Support

Panne: Are you not going to spar today?
Kellam: How do you keep managing to find me? No one else can.
Panne: I track you by your scent. You stand out like a bull in a cake shop.
Kellam: Oh. ...Do I smell that bad?
Panne: It is nothing special—all you humans smell unpleasant to me. Still, I'm sorry you won't be there today. Fighting you is one of my few pleasures.
Kellam: I know. I like it too. Especially when we have tea afterward.
Panne: I didn't realize you liked my tea so much. Most humans think it tastes like medicine.
Kellam: Er, well, the tea is actually wretched. But what I like is the talking part. You're so passionate and self-assured! I get excited just watching you.
Panne: I confess that I also enjoy our chats. You have a soothing way about you. It is like rubbing my back against an old, familiar tree.
Kellam: Gosh, that's just like me. I mean, when I'm with you. Um, so here. I have something for you. It's...it's a ring that I made.
Panne: Oh? I am aware of this tradition.
Kellam: You are?
Panne: The human male gives a shiny bauble to a female and secures his right to wed. We taguel usually decide such things through mortal combat.
Kellam: Well, um, I don't really want to fight you so I can marry you.
Panne: Nor do I. You'd likely not survive the ordeal. Here, then. Give it to me.
Kellam: W-wait. You accept?
Panne: Of course. I know you love me. I can smell it from miles away.
Kellam: Wow, that's great! (I really need to wash this armor at some point...)

Lon'qu

Panne	Support information:				Lon'qu
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Panne: *Pant* I should be safe now... There's no way he could track me out—
Lon'qu: Hold.
Panne: Gah! You are no ordinary man... Enough of this game. Tell me what you want and leave me be!
Lon'qu: Do not come near me!
Panne: Stay away from YOU? What do you think I've been trying to do all day, you ignorant man-spawn?
Lon'qu: I found this bag. It's full of weeds...or something.
Panne: That's my bag.
Lon'qu: I know. You dropped it near the camp.
Panne: Is that why you chased me over hill and dale? Why didn't you just tell me?
Lon'qu: Yes, well. When I saw your face, I became paralyzed with fear. And then you fled before I had a chance to explain.
Panne: Bah. This is insulting.
Lon'qu: Wait—don't forget your weeds!
Panne: I don't want them, or the bag. They are yours now.
Lon'qu: Blast. What am I supposed to do with these? Hmm. I wonder if they taste good? *nibble* Blegh! ...A poor idea.

B Support

Panne: You again.
Lon'qu: I want to return your bag of weeds. I'm tired of carrying it around all the time.
Panne: Idiot human. Why didn't you just throw it away? *Sigh* Never mind. Here. Give it to me.
Lon'qu: Don't come any closer! I'll toss the bag that way, and you can pick it up.
Panne: Do you hate my kind so much?
Lon'qu: It is not your kind I mind. It is your gender.
Panne: And why would you, a human skilled in swordplay, possibly fear all females?
Lon'qu: I have my reasons. I am haunted by nightmares—confused, terrifying memories from my past. When I approach a woman, be she taguel or human, I am gripped by an icy fear.
Panne: Then I am not the only one plagued by terrible memories.
Lon'qu: I do not like to speak of it. If others knew I still suffered from childish nightmares, they would think me weak.
Panne: ...Throw me the bag.
Lon'qu: Here.
Panne: Thank you. Now wait right there.
Lon'qu: What are you doing?
Panne: I'm making a special brew using the herbs I collected. ...Here.
Lon'qu: *Sniff* It smells vile. And there are twigs floating in it.
Panne: Just drink it down.
Lon'qu: Are you sure it's safe for humans?
Panne: Drink it or don't. I care not.
Lon'qu: Very well. *glug, glug* *Splutter* Bleeech! Urgh! It tastes even worse than it smells!
Panne: Yes. But you will find it helps with your nightmares.
Lon'qu: ...... Gods, that was awful. I hope this isn't some kind of elaborate practical joke.

A Support

Lon'qu: Hello, Panne.
Panne: You look cheerful. I assume this to mean the potion did its deed. This is good. I was unsure it would work on humans.
Lon'qu: Your brew did more than cure me of my nightmares... Since I drank that draught, I've been having the most wonderful dreams.
Panne: The effect will wear off soon. Wait while I brew another mug.
Lon'qu: Thank you.
Panne: ...Done. I'll just leave it here and back away.
Lon'qu: Right. Down the hatch... ...Urgh. The taste does not improve with exposure. But if it means no more nightmares, I'll drink a barrel and ask for more.
Panne: ......
Lon'qu: Tell me, Panne. Why do you help me? I know you've little love for humans.
Panne: Well, I'd already given you the herbs. I didn't want them to go to waste.
Lon'qu: And why did you collect them in the first place? Were they for you? Are you also haunted by nightmares?
Panne: I often dream of the night man-spawn razed my village and murdered my kin. Just before she died, my mother told me that I mustn't hate all humans. She said there were good men as well as wicked, and I was never to forget it.
Lon'qu: But why did you make the potion for me?
Panne: I told you. I didn't want the herbs to go to waste.
Lon'qu: ...You have a good heart.
Panne: You know nothing about me.

S Support

Panne: Here for another dose of Panne's potion? Sit there while I make it.
Lon'qu: Actually, I thought I'd offer my own brew—elderberry and tea leaves from Ferox. There's no better tea in all the lands.
Panne: If you are so confident, I suppose I must have some... *Slurp* Why, this IS good...
Lon'qu: You know, it's funny...
Panne: What is?
Lon'qu: Whenever I talk to you, a warm and...fuzzy feeling comes over me. I'd assumed that it was because of your potion. But I have the same feeling right now, and I haven't touched a drop.
Panne: Now that you mention it, I feel the same way.
Lon'qu: There's no medicine in that brew. Just Ferox's finest tea leaves.
Panne: And it certainly is delicious. I could drink this every day.
Lon'qu: If we were to spend more time together, I would make you a cup every morning.
Panne: Are you implying what I think you are, human?
Lon'qu: Taguel or human—it matters not to me. You are just the woman I love.
Panne: Things have changed since we first met. Remember how afraid you were?
Lon'qu: I do. But I'm not anymore. Panne, will you accept this ring?
Panne: Ah, a bribe to spice the proposal. Such a typical human custom. But I know you speak from the heart, and so I accept. You're the first human I've known who makes me forget about the past... And for that, I shall be eternally yours.