Shamir & Cyril B / houses.fedatamine.com

Shamir, Cyril enter the scene

Um, Shamir? How do you figure I did today? In the battle, I mean.

I tried to not get close to the enemy, and I even used some curved shots just like you taught me, and that was pretty good, huh?

You did well. You maintained a safe distance.

"Well"! That's even better than "fine"!

Is that worth celebrating?

Ha! You said I was "fine" before—now you're saying I did well, and that's a big improvement. Especially since everyone knows you're always so strict.

I give praise where it's due.

To that point, you've made incredible progress.

At first you couldn't even draw a bow.

Um, at first you wouldn't even let me hold a bow.

Hah! Really?

You just gave me a stick with a piece of string tied on it, and you made me practice with that.

Honest, I figured you were bullying me.

I was really, really close to giving up, but then you finally gave me the bow.

I mean it. I was mad. I'd done all the stuff you told me to, and I knew the way I was supposed to stand, and I could pull the string just so, but...

Maybe I was testing you. Seeing if you'd give up.

You're the one who insisted that I teach you archery. I never intended to take you on as my student.

I just wanted to do whatever I could for Lady Rhea. More than just cleaning and chopping wood and such.

I thought maybe I could help with the fighting, but I didn't know anything about swords, and archery was always something that interested me, so...

You really helped me out with my dreams, even though you didn't get anything out of it, and that's really nice of you.

I gain nothing personally, but the whole army benefits if you're skilled.

And those of us from outside of Fódlan should support one another, right?

But it's always been you helping me! I'm gonna keep working real hard with that bow so I can help you back.