Sylvain/Manuela Support

	C Rank

Manuela: Ugh... My head. Where? Why am I here instead of the infirmary? When did I? Oh boy.
Sylvain: How are you feeling, Professor Manuela?
Manuela: Sylvain? What do you need at this hour?
Sylvain: You don't remember? Well, you collapsed in the infirmary, and—
Manuela: That doesn't sound like me. Wait, no... I remember.
Manuela: The truth is, something sad happened, so I did what I always do to forget my troubles...
Sylvain: Anyway, I found you passed out on the floor, helped you up, then carried you back here.
Manuela: And what were you doing in the infirmary late at night? Not bringing a girl there, I hope.
Sylvain: No... Nope. I was definitely alone. I just, ya know, I just had a bad feeling, and I decided to look around to see if anyone needed my help.
Manuela: Ugh, my poor head...
Sylvain: Are you all right? Here, have some water.
Manuela: What a thoughtful young man you are. You're a real gentleman compared to that jerk who just—
Sylvain: That good-for-nothing guy who strung you along,  whispered sweet nothings in your ear, then shattered  your heart beyond repair? I agree. He's a jerk.
Manuela: Oh no! Did I...say those things to you?
Sylvain: Actually, your version had more details.  Very detailed details.
Manuela: Oh dear.
Sylvain: You know, Professor, you're a good catch. It's a shame that you've had no luck with men.
Sylvain: You need a guy like me—somebody who sees your  beauty and appreciates how tender you are,  emotionally...and how much love you have to give.
Manuela: You're a smooth talker even when you don't mean what you say. I'm going to change, so shoo, OK?
Sylvain: Sure, sure, I can take a hint. Rest up, Manuela.
Manuela: Thank you, Sylvain. I'm going to try and get some sleep.
Manuela: Did he just call me Manuela and not professor? That sly little— Although... Hmm. Me? With Sylvain? Now there's a crazy thought.

	B Rank

Manuela: I must admit. That Sylvain is quite handsome...
Manuela: And it doesn't hurt that he's heir to a noble family. I could get used to that kind of life.
Manuela: The age difference bothers me a bit, but I'm sure it would be fine after a few years.
Manuela: At first it was hard to imagine myself with him, but now that I've thought about it, maybe—
Manuela: Speak of the devil. I think that's him over there.
???: Ugh, what a jerk! He was playing around with me that whole time!
Sylvain: You know, you're a good catch. It's a shame that you've had no luck with men.
Sylvain: You need a guy like me—somebody who sees your  beauty and appreciates how tender you are,  emotionally...and how much love you have to give.
???: What? No way! What are you saying? I can't even tell if you're being honest...
Sylvain: Do I look dishonest? Are these the eyes of a guy who is just playing around?
???: No... I... I suppose not. Would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet?
Sylvain: As long as it's just the two of us and the only subject is love, I'll follow you anywhere.
Manuela: OK. That was just...repulsive.
Manuela: He is insincerity personified. No way I'd ever fall for that.
Manuela: He is handsome...and does come from good stock... But, no. I can't imagine we'd have a bright future together.
Manuela: I suppose the goddess does not give with both hands, does she?
Manuela: ...
Manuela: Wait. Could that mean because of my looks and my singing voice...
Manuela: That I'll never find true love?
Manuela: Please, Goddess, I'm begging you!