[ Just as there are times when Hubert is silent, a shadow slinking about the fringes to watch and plot, there are times where his presence may as well be announced by ominous music or the crack of thunder (or perhaps both). Given the overall mood and atmosphere at the party proper, it was probably a case of the latter that had Edelgard shooing him away. Something about the mental image strikes Ferdinand as amusing and he chuckles, before moving on to address Hubert’s own observation. ]

There is only so much spinning that even I can endure. [ Which is not to say he doesn’t enjoy dancing or socializing, because he does, and his demeanor is well-suited for it. ] I thought it might be nice to catch a breath of fresh air, that is all.

[ In a time not so long ago, he and Hubert were constantly at one another’s throats, their personalities and morals sitting at odds with one another. Comrades in arms, yes, but not friends. War and time change all things, however, easing them both over what Ferdinand had been certain would be an impassable barrier. This new side to their relationship, the one that has them exchanging gifts and taking tea (or coffee, as the case may be) together is perhaps the only reason Ferdinand feels at all that he is able to tease the other. ]

But if you wanted to dance, you know all you had to do was ask.