[For all that he should recognize the tightness in her words, Dimitri is equal parts straightforward and oblivious. It is hard to speak of the war and the future beyond it, so he merely chalks it up to the anxiety they all share. He knows, when it is all through, a coronation awaits him — he will official bear the title of King and all that it entails, one more responsibility that he cannot step away from, weighted on his shoulders. There is no rest for him when this is all through, and many of his comrades will experience something similar.

But he does not know of her desires. Thinking of days fast approaching where she might not be near is… troublesome to him.

Dimitri straightens, and when he looks at her this time, the excitement of their fight has drained out of him, replaced by something searching and somber.]

What will you do when it is over? I know that you used to—

[She used to be a mercenary, traveling with Captain Jeralt across all of Fódlan. He cannot bring himself to say it, but maybe the implications hang there anyhow.]

…I know that you used to live a life that was unbound by the grip of any nation, or the politics paired with them. Will you return to that life, Professor?