C Support (Chrom + Anthea)
Chrom: Anthea? May I come in? I was hoping to speak with you --
Anthea: -- Just a moment! (She opens the tent flap) Oh, Chrom, hello! Come right in. Was there something you needed?
Chrom: Well, I was hoping we could discuss our next battle strategy, if you've got the time.
Anthea: ...I see.
Chrom: Why are you looking at me like that?
Anthea: Nothing, it's nothing. (Mumbling) It's not like I was expecting anything else...
Chrom: ...Are you upset? Gods above, Anthea, what did I do?
Anthea: No! It's nothing important -- I shouldn't have been expecting a social call from the commander of a militia in the first place.
Chrom: Is that what this is about? I was just trying to be professional.
Anthea: I know you were. It's just that... for all that we see one another and talk everyday, I still feel as if I barely know you. All we ever do is prepare for the next skirmish together.
Chrom: I didn't realize... I've been insensitive, I'm sorry.
Anthea: Gods, this is embarrassing. But I don't just want to be your tactician, Chrom. I want to be your friend as well.
Chrom: I suppose I have been paying far too much attention to Anthea the tactician, and far too little to Anthea the person.
Anthea: Well, you can start getting to know her any time you want.
Chrom: How about now?
