[byleth realizes with some delay that they have spent a good amount of time together, between sparring and this conversation. part of her wishes to ask dimitri for — some help, some advice, or to simply discuss one or another intricacy of a battle ahead.]
[but she refrains.]
[instead, she hops off the chair, nods and smiles at him, her expression neutral as ever. she glances at her board, suddenly feeling like she's on the spot to try and give a good enough reason, as to avoid embarrassment from how they are cutting this short.]
I have to speak some matters with Seteth. [seems right] —but, I will see you later, Dimitri.
no subject
[but she refrains.]
[instead, she hops off the chair, nods and smiles at him, her expression neutral as ever. she glances at her board, suddenly feeling like she's on the spot to try and give a good enough reason, as to avoid embarrassment from how they are cutting this short.]
I have to speak some matters with Seteth. [seems right] —but, I will see you later, Dimitri.