Fjorm and Alfonse:

C support:

Alfonse: Hmm, what's Fjorm doing over there? Is she training...with a sword?

Fjorm: *Thud*

Alfonse: Fjorm, are you okay?!

Fjorm: Yes. The only thing that's injured is my pride. I only lost my footing and fell.

Alfonse: Well, that's a relief. I didn't know that you used swords.

Fjorm: That's because I don't. I asked my brother to help me learn back in Nifl, since I struggle against axes. But I couldn't get the hang of it, so I made up an excuse to stop so that I wouldn't waste his time…

Alfonse: I see. It was smart to want to patch up your weakness. I don't think that your brother would have minded taking the time if it was for something that would help protect you in battle.

Fjorm: You're right, but it's too late now. He's far too busy in Nifl, and I couldn't possibly take those long trips for such a thing.

Alfonse: Hm. Okay, then I'll help you. I favor the sword in battle, and I've used an axe before, so with that, I'm sure I can help you get the basics.

Fjorm: You're sure it's no trouble?

Alfonse: Absolutely! We can start tomorrow!

Fjorm: Thank you, Alfonse. I won't forget such an act of kindness.

B support:

Fjorm: *thud*. It's no use! I'll never be able to fight with a sword.

Alfonse: Yes you will.

Fjorm: How can you be so sure? You've seen me! Every time it's ended up with me on the ground. It's starting to hurt.

Alfonse: Well, I think I've found the point of error.

Fjorm: Really? Is it just a bad habit? Perhaps my stance is poor?

Alfonse: It's nothing you're doing wrong, but it's what your brother and I did wrong.

Fjorm: I don't quite understand. You are both good teachers, I'm just not able to do what you show me.

Alfonse: That's exactly it. Your brother's weapon as well as mine is a broadsword. Extremely heavy, but very powerful.

Fjorm: Yes, that is correct.

Alfonse: But we both failed to see that you're just not strong enough to wield a broadsword effectively. I think a short sword is better for you. You can capitalize on your speed instead of pure strength. Like a myrmidon.

Fjorm: That...makes sense. Perhaps a slaying edge would be better than this silver sword.

Alfonse: Let's try it. It never hurts to experiment.

*later*

Alfonse: Okay, okay, I yield! That was amazing. Looks like we found the problem after all.

Fjorm: I'm so glad we did! Thank you for your time Alfonse. It was...fun.

Alfonse: Anytime, Fjorm. It's what friends are for!

A support:

Fjorm: Hello, Alfonse!

Alfonse: Oh, hi ,Fjorm. You sound awfully chirpy today.

Fjorm: Yes, well, I'm just glad to see you. I wanted to talk to you about something.

Alfonse: Sure, that's fine. What do you need?

Fjorm: Well, I was just thinking about my family, and I was feeling homesick.

Alfonse: Is there anything I can do to help?

Fjorm: You already have, Alfonse. I realized that you were willing to help me instantly, just as my brother was. It meant so much to me and I can't thank you enough.

Alfonse: I was happy to do it, Fjorm. There's no need to repay me

Fjorm: But I-

Alfonse: Okay. There's one thing.

Fjorm: Name it.

Alfonse: May I have the pleasure of taking Hrid's place as your brother while you're with us?

Fjorm: *hug* Absolutely! Thank you, Alfonse, for everything you've done for me.

Alfonse: ... You're welcome...sis