[How they hear? How interesting, and further reason why he should smother the want to reach out and touch them, to feel those ridges along the curve of those horns. Dimitri is too well-mannered to fall to that impulse, after all, and he’d die of embarrassment if he knew they were also used to show affection, besides.

So instead, he keeps his arms at his sides, and the lance dissipates into nothing as he speaks — unaware of its departure.]

Are there many of us “Hyur”, too?

[Dimitri blinks, remembering himself yet again.]

Forgive me, you probably didn’t expect to answer a hundred questions when you arrived here, did you? I suspect this dream version of Garreg Mach might prove more interesting to you than my blathering on.

[A little self-conscious huff.]

We can walk and continue this conversation, if you like.