[He takes his cloak back with a faint nod. Already, it scents like her. Dimitri holds it close to him, hanging over one arm, as if it were representative of this same promise.]

Yes. A promise. I... I am looking forward to it. Let it be a motivation to face each future battle with both fervor and fortune.

[He pauses, not wanting to leave, but if he didn’t force himself, he could just stand here with her all day.]

For now, I will get out of your hair. Unless there was anything else you needed from me?