[Sylvain wants to say...he's not sure what. He wants to say something, though. There's something he wants to ask, or do, or think, or feel, and if he has enough time he'd just...figure out what it is. Whatever it is.
But Dimitri keeps talking, and, much like marches back home, helps them find their way to steadier ground once more. It's reassuring, to the point in which he laughs, a little disbelieving, at the end.]
Smoke?
[He doesn't quite hug Dimitri again, but he does turn and sling an arm around his shoulders like they do this all the time. Which...
They didn't in Faerghus. Not exactly. Gustave would've chewed him out if he disrespected the prince that much, that blatantly, and after...well. Anyway, might as well make up for lost time, yeah?]
Sure, no sense in hanging around here. I'll help you clean. How bad is it?
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But Dimitri keeps talking, and, much like marches back home, helps them find their way to steadier ground once more. It's reassuring, to the point in which he laughs, a little disbelieving, at the end.]
Smoke?
[He doesn't quite hug Dimitri again, but he does turn and sling an arm around his shoulders like they do this all the time. Which...
They didn't in Faerghus. Not exactly. Gustave would've chewed him out if he disrespected the prince that much, that blatantly, and after...well. Anyway, might as well make up for lost time, yeah?]
Sure, no sense in hanging around here. I'll help you clean. How bad is it?