Arthur & Ignatius parent/child

C-support
Arthur: [smile] …And now, with one last strike…!
Ignatius: [sweat, frown] Careful… There!
Ignatius: [smile] How does that look, Father?
Arthur: Fantastic work, son! Why, that’s the most handsome table I’ve ever seen! You’d never know it had been broken.
Ignatius: [blush, embarrassed] Father, you don’t need to exaggerate to stroke my ego.
Arthur: It’s no exaggeration! Lady Elise will be thrilled!
Ignatius: What happened to damage it so in the first place?
Arthur: [embarrassed] I was bringing milady a cup of hot tea, when a bird flew low across my path.
Ignatius: So you spilt the tea…?
Arthur: All over my hands, yes. I was so surprised I threw the cup in the air, and then when I tried to catch it…
Arthur: Well, you saw the table as it was.
Ignatius: [smile, sweat] You haven’t changed a bit.
Ignatius: I remember when I was little and you tried to help Dad cook.
Ignatius: Somehow you almost fell out the window from breaking an egg.
Arthur: I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.
Ignatius: [smile] Lucky Dad was there to catch you.
Arthur: [smile] Indeed! Benny is never one to leave a friend in need, much less a husband!
Arthur: Though perhaps I’d better tell you a few tales of me saving his skin, even the score a bit.
Arthur: First, shall we get this table back to Lady Elise?
Ignatius: Absolutely! Although, ah… let me carry it this time.

B-support
Arthur: [smile, sweat] My apologies, son. It looks like Lady Elise appreciated your carpentry a bit too much!
Ignatius: [smile] It’s no problem, really. I’m happy to help your liege with anything.
Ignatius: [smile, sweat] Although I didn’t expect half the camp to have broken odds and ends too.
Arthur: Oh, Lord/Lady Avatar’s reading chair! And Lady Camilla’s favourite footrest- and even-
Arthur: [sweat, embarrassed] All casualties of my bad luck, I’m afraid.
Ignatius: Ha! Don’t worry, Father. All the good you do around camp more than makes up for it.
Ignatius: Besides, I’m glad to have a way to contribute.
Ignatius: [embarrassed] Cleaning duty is so gross, and chopping firewood is even worse. Do you know how many bugs live in freshly-felled wood?
Arthur: [smile] You know they’re more scared of you-
Ignatius: -Than I am of them, I know! But all their crawly little legs- ugh!
Ignatius: Sorry your son’s such a wimp, Father.
Arthur: Nonsense! None who saw you on the battlefield could ever accuse you of being a coward!
Ignatius: [surprised] I.. they couldn’t?
Arthur: Far from it! As far as I’ve observed, you’re nigh the bravest man in the army!
Ignatius: [blush, surprised] Okay, you’re DEFINITELY just saying that because I’m your son.
Ignatius: [smile, closed eyes] But… thanks, Father.
Arthur: Your courage is an inspiration, son, truly. Why, Nohr’s greatest heroes would be impressed!
Ignatius: Okay, now you’re laying it on a bit too thick…

A-support
Arthur: [smile] Still repairing furniture?
Ignatius: [smile] Absolutely. I managed to trade my way out of latrine duty and everything.
Arthur: Truly an enviable accomplishment!
Arthur: [frown] …
Ignatius: [worried] …Father? Is something worrying you?
Arthur: …Were you lonely in your Deeprealm, son?
Ignatius: I- perhaps a little, at times. We missed you. But I was always happy there.
Arthur: Then why did you leave?
Ignatius: Well… I wanted to be more like you and Dad – to travel around helping people, that kind of thing.
Ignatius: And I was curious about Nohr. You raised me on stories of justice and heroes, so…
Ignatius: [sweat] Should I have stayed?
Arthur: No, no! I’m glad you’re here, of course!
Arthur: I just… All those stories I raised you on were true, but…
Arthur: [frown, sweat] These are difficult times, for Nohr and her rulers. I… I would’ve preferred to shelter you from it.
Arthur: You must’ve been disappointed by what you’ve found.
Ignatius: [determined] No! Anything but!
Ignatius: [sweat, determined] I’m humbled by the courage and strength of everyone here, and the generosity of all the villages we pass through.
Ignatius: I’m proud to hail from here, even if I grew up elsewhere.
Arthur: [smile] Mature as ever. You do me proud, son!
Ignatius: [smile] And you me.