Scenario:Silva and Cucouroux - Big Sister's Big Sis

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Big Sister's Big Sis

Silva and Cucouroux share sisterly bonding time as they express concern for one another. The day ends with Cucouroux tucked into bed and lulled off to sleep by Silva.

(Captain) and company have taken a request to transport some cargo between islands.
Little did they know that it would turn out to be an extraordinarily tedious mission.
Vyrn: Man, that job was a pain in the tail. There must've been a million monsters back there!
Silva: Not to mention we had to cross half the island just to get that seal of approval.
Lyria: Oh, my legs... I can't walk another step.
Cucouroux: Whoa! Careful there, Lyria. Here, put your arm over my shoulder. Just hang in there till we get to the inn, okay?
Cucouroux: Heh. You're looking a little wobbly yourself, (Captain). Make sure you get some rest tonight, all right?
With the help of Cucouroux, the crew makes their way to the inn after a long, hard day.
After seeing (Captain) and the others off to their rooms, Cucouroux finally reaches her own bed.
Cucouroux: Urgh. Ol' Cucouroux here needs a good long nap herself.
Cucouroux: Dear me. I can't be goin' all soft when everyone's looking up to me.
Silva: Cucouroux! Are you there?
Cucouroux: Whoa! S-Silva?
Silva: Hey relax, no need to get up. Just lie down and rest.
Cucouroux: Is everything all right? Do you need me to tune-up your gun?
Silva: No, no. You just seemed really tired, I was worried about you.
Cucouroux: Guess the cat's out of the bag, huh? Yeah, I'm... a little tired.
Cucouroux: Just a teensy-tiny bit, though! It's no big deal, really! A quick nap and I'll be back in tip-top shape!
Silva: Oh, Cucouroux. You always push yourself too hard.
Silva lays a gentle hand on Cucouroux's forehead.
Silva: Hmm, no fever... yet. You'd better get some rest before you get any worse.
Silva: I know you want to put on a brave face when you're around Camieux and the others, but sometimes you overdo it .
Cucouroux: Yeah, you're right... I'll be more careful, okay? And I'll get some rest.
Cucouroux: But I don't want to hear that coming from you, Silva. You can't take the moral high ground here.
Silva: Huh? What do you mean?
Cucouroux: You've done the exact same thing since we were little! And you won't even admit it!
Cucouroux: Remember that time when we all got soaked in the rain?
Cucouroux: You rushed us home and were so busy making sure we wouldn't catch a cold that you didn't even stop to dry yourself off.
Cucouroux: You worked yourself so hard you collapsed.
Silva: Err, heh heh. Guess that did happen one time.
Cucouroux: That didn't happen just once. Remember when you were still learning from that marksman?
Cucouroux: When you hurt your hand from all the practice, you hid it. Mom gave you an earful when she found out.
Silva: I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry about me, but I guess that wasn't the way to do it.
Cucouroux: Heh heh! See! I'm not the only one who overdoes it!
Silva: Well you're quite the talker, aren't you? I remember way back when I first met you and Camieux...
Silva: Camieux came back crying her eyes out. She said some boys at school had made fun of her.
Silva: You were so angry when you heard that. You stormed out of the house and really taught those boys a lesson.
Silva: Heh, it turned into quite the scene. Dad gave you a stern talking to after that.
Cucouroux: Argh, how do you even remember that!
Silva: Haha, just a reminder that you're not the only one who has some embarrassing stories up her sleeve.
Cucouroux: Heh. Well played, Sis.
Silva: And don't you forget it. You're outta your league if you think you can beat me at that game.
Silva: Well, look at the time. Cucouroux, you need to get some shut-eye.
Cucouroux: (Yawn)
Sure will, I'm beat.
Silva: Goodnight, Cucouroux.
Cucouroux: Goodnight, Sis.
Cucouroux lays down, shuts her eyes, and drifts off into bliss.
Watching over her beloved younger sister, Silva sings a calming lullaby that drifts through the air.