015 tactician female.whitney

///C
The tactician:
Sleeping on the job, Whitney?
Whitney:
Just resting for a moment, don't mind me...
The tactician:
...
Whitney:
I'm sorry, I fell off my pegasus again. Was feeling a little shaky there, so I decided to just stay down for a bit.
The tactician:
You are not a very lucky person, it seems...
Whitney:
Not a very deep observation there, Boss. Believe me, I know.
The tactician:
Is your pegasus okay?
Whitney:
Terry's fine. He's an old man, but he's very sturdy. He takes good care of me.
The tactician:
He wasn't with you when we rescued you from that prison cell...
Whitney:
That's because we got separated, it happens sometimes.
The tactician:
Mmm...

///B
The tactician:
You know, I was beginning to think you were just clumsy. But it's true, it really is just all bad luck!
Whitney:
You had doubts?
The tactician:
You're actually incredibly skilled at what you do. Actually, I think you might be the best flier we've got.
Whitney:
Ehh? You really think so?
The tactician:
Yes! You'd be a force to be reckoned with... It's just... nonsense keeps happening to you!
Whitney:
Ain't that the truth.
The tactician:
You were amazing in that last fight... And then your saddle broke, and you fell off your mount again. Then there was the other day when a
bird flew right in your face. And then before that another bird's droppings landed on your...
Whitney:
Hey hey! I get your point! Trust me, I live this...
The tactician:
Hmm... You know... I've got an idea.
Whitney:
Huh?
The tactician:
Just follow my orders like always. I think I might be able to turn this bad luck around!
Whitney:
You think!? Well... okay...

///A
Whitney:
H-Hey, Boss... I know battles have been real fortunate, but...
The tactician:
All thanks to you.
Whitney:
More like at the cost of me! What kind of miracle worker are you!? You didn't turn my bad luck around! You're using it as an advantage!
The tactician:
Well...
Whitney:
My saddle broke again... But it's like you anticipated it was... So I fell on an enemy soldier!
The tactician:
Lance first, that was great.
Whitney:
And then there was that random gust of wind... Terry fell down with me that time!
The tactician:
And you tanked that magic attack for a weakened ally. You've got decent resistance, so it was perfect timing.
Whitney:
How do you even know when bad luck is about to strike!?
The tactician:
Let's just say I know how to play the odds.
Whitney:
Oh, man... I swear, you're the scariest person I ever met...
The tactician:
By the way, I've got another mission for you...
Whitney:
Oh no... Why... Why me?