Shanzira and Chrom: C Support.

So how's my collarbone doing? I gingerly touch it with my OUCH THAT HURTS. Well, okay. I should... Probably try to make my life as easy as possible. It was pretty stupid to grab the spear for that fight yesterday, so I should use tomes in the longfort fight. Now where are– Fucking shit, I don't have my wind tome on me. And where did the damn convoy go? Can't see it, we pitched tents and they're still coming down. Fuck! Okay, I'll just find Chrom, he always knows where it is.

I turn around and wander about, trying to find him for a little while. The man is elusive sometimes. Maybe I should try calling for him. "Hm... Chrom? Where are you? I need to check on–"

His baritone voice pops up right behind me. "Yes?"

"WUH!" I jump about a mile into the sky. "Holy crap, don't scare me like that." I rub my chest– well below the collarbone, thank you– to try and slow my heart rate down. This is not helpful for my anxiety.

He raises his eyebrows like a tent and puffs up slightly, inhaling air to apologize hastily. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." Well, you did, boss. You did. The guys just loooove scaring the shit out of me. "What is it you need?"

I slump over slightly. He apologized, no need to get teasingly pissy or anything. "Um, I needed to get something out of the convoy, and I can't seem to find the darn thing." I twist my head around to glance for it, while I'm at it.

His entire face lifts when he notices it's something he can actually help me with. "Oh, it's over this way. Here." He leads me towards it and gods fucking damn it it was right in front of my tent. Epic. Failure.

I slap myself and sigh, hunching over slightly. I'm really disappointed in myself for such an epic fail. "Thanks. Um..." I feel like I should say more, but what...? What's nagging my mind...

Boss turns to look at me, striking sincerity in his eyes. He is the most likable prince I've ever had the fortune to know of, fuck Ephraim. "Yes?"

I clasp my hands behind my back shyly and puff forward my chest (as though standing in a military salute), unsure of how to say this. "Thanks again, but this is for something different."

He tilts his head sideways slightly, curious about my thoughts. ('This is why writing in first person is fun' is what I think.) "For what?"

Found the words! "Taking time out of your busy schedule to pay attention to each of us lowly soldiers. I mean," I raise my hands to gesticulate, even though I can't really punctuate my meaning much, "I bet if I died," I point at myself, "most armies wouldn't miss me," shruggy shrug shrug, "but this one?" Point at the ground. "You'd all be sad for a week, at least. It feels nice to be appreciated." Finish with a smile and arms wrapped around torso in a hug.

Chrom smiles wide, happy that he apparently does a good job. Everyone loves praise. The only way I could make this sweeter would be to say his name more; people like hearing their own names. "It's my duty as commander to take care of my men, isn't it?"

I grin mischievously, a thousand ways to tease him popping into my head. "Do I look like a man to you?" I place my hands on my hips and pop my chest out, to give him an eyeful of my "assets". (I've done this while hypnotized. I was not even slightly embarrassed; I am not even now.)

He laughs, not really seeing what I'm doing there. "Haha! No, not really, even if you do dress like one." I slump over at that and give him a look. You know, the look. The one a woman gives a man when he says something wrong. Chrom returns his attention to me and notices my expression, and he quickly gets nervous. "Um, Shanzira? Why are you looking at me that way?" He lays a hand on Falchion, which I assume is his comfort toy of sorts for him, and his feet are perfectly positioned so he can turn tail and run.

Am I really that scary? Oh, man. I should take lessons from Maribelle. I straighten out and chuckle. "Oh, this is priceless." Hee hee. "I could tease the everliving crap out of you, but I won't. That would be immature." I'm not Lissa, after all.

Chrom rubs the back of his head in relief. "I almost expected you to, actually." Something tells me it wasn't just the teasing he was afraid of there. "It seems you're always ready with some sort of quip whenever something happens."

Heh. I smile at this; it's essentially praise to me. "Nice to know I'm known as being witty everywhere I go. For the third time today, thanks." I give him a little bow. It's a cutesy sort of bow, with my hand over my sternum. (You know how Miles Edgeworth bows? It's an imitation of that.) I straighten back up.

"You're quite welcome." He pats me on the shoulder, and his touch is surprisingly rough, for having such a... Gentle is the wrong word... Friendly? Yeah, he's got a surprisingly rough touch for having such a friendly personality.

This feels awkward.

That note in my mind, I turn on the toes of my left foot to go find my tent. "Welp, I'd better go grab my stuff. Bye-ya!" We ARE about to march again soon. I break into a tip-toeing trot to make my way back to my tent. I hope Robin hasn't screwed everything up.

"Goodbye," and I can only assume he waved. I'm several feet further when he next speaks, but I hear it clearly (his voice is easy to make out). "What a strange girl. Despite her quirks, she's quite diplomatic. Perhaps I should be careful..." Heh. Yes, you should, Chrom. Pretty sure I can't support with you.

Aw, fucking shit! I forgot to get my wind tome out of the convoy! Welp, can't go back now...

Author's notes: Just sayin', the dreamers can support with anyone in the first gen of the opposite gender. They also can support with all the other dreamers, and two other characters in the first gen of their choice (I'm getting a support with– Wait a minute, I shouldn't say who. Silly me.) Leave a request; these are really quick to write!
This support happens in Chapter Eight: I'm Too Self-Aware Sometimes.