[One of the knights speaks their affirmative, noting that they, too, are unscathed. Dimitri is glad for it, nodding, but his attention remains pulled to the man who had sought refuge behind their armor and weaponry.

By the time he nears, now leading his war horse by the reins, his scrutiny is clear. That sense of familiarity is definitely not misplaced, and since it was confirmed by a magic he had seen only in one stretch of his life, it is easier now to pin it down.]

There is no need for thanks. If you are well, then that is all that matters.

[His steed paws at the dirt with a hoof. Dimitri pauses, considering his words, but ends up blurting them out regardless.]

Actually, I might have you answer a question of mine in return. You were… a student at the Officers Academy years ago, were you not?