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[dst]

(Life at Garreg Mach is different compared to the life of a mercenary. Her old life had been an unpredictable one, never knowing what or where their next job would be. Sometimes you're hired to help a merchant journey from one city to the next and other times, you rest in a village only to have a trio of nobles beg for your help...

Garreg Mach is different, though. In these halls, her days are dictated by schedules and the rhythm of the day set by the clocktower's bell. She wakes (early), eats, reviews, teaches, trains, draws plans, and sleeps (late) with some deviation here and there. Contrary to what others might want to believe, she isn't a terribly difficult person to understand in this sense. At the very least, it makes it easy for her students to find her.

It's late at night and the best time to get a breath of fresh air. There's much on her mind. Lord Lonato's rebellion, the message about Lady Rhea's attempted assassination, the rumors of the Reaper, Flayn's kidnapping... not a month had gone by without some sort of development. And isn't that--

    --Most interesting indeed...

Lost in thoughts, but not quite alone. Sometimes it's difficult to tell if Sothis is agreeing with her or she's simply agreeing with herself. Sharing headspace with a goddess can be like that, sometimes.

    There's never been a dull moment. It's almost like...    Something is happening.    Yes, but what?

As it is, they're both at a loss. Sothis without her memories and Byleth without much knowledge of Fodlan at all. For a moment, she wonders if she should ask one of her students to help her fill in the blanks but would they think it strange? She is, after all, supposed to be their teacher. Ah, but then again, would it make much difference? Everyone is always telling her what an enigma she is...

She's returning to her room for the night when she catches a figure sneaking across the grounds. It's late and well after hours. There's no reason for anyone to really be out this late and she watches quietly for a moment, observing. Eyes already adjusted to the dark, she can make it out easily enough by his walk and posture.

Dimitri? She wonders what he could be doing out this late...

Well, will you let him go or...

Of course, she follows him. If he's up this late at night, there must be a reason. It isn't her intent to sneak up on him but she's always been a quiet person. She follows him silently, wondering where he could be going at this hour.

The... dining hall...?

It's then that he notices her. When he turns, she only lightly tilts her head to one side,)

Dimitri. (She speaks plainly in greeting and then shakes her head no,) I saw you.

(But is that his intention? To "break in?" She looks at him, the lock, and back again,)

Are you hungry...?

(She tries to recall if he was at dinner earlier in the evening.)

[harboaring]

( the question, at any other time, or perhaps on any other night, might make him break out into a smile, even a laugh, if he were in good enough humor. yes, that must be what it looks like: that he's wandered the grounds to try to wrestle his way into the dining hall looking for a midnight snack or a midnight meal, and truthfully, he's mostly outgrown those urges. even as a child, he hadn't been the particularly rebellious type--he'd had other people to fill in that role for him--and hadn't been particularly starved for food, either. here, too, at garreg mach, there is plenty of food to go around, excellent cooking and plenty of fresh vegetables and herbs and meat to suit the tastes of the myriad of students here.

so while the assumption is understandable, it's silly in a way that helps put his thoughts, troubling and overwhelming, to the side if only for the moment it takes to regard byleth with a small, good-natured shake of his head. )

I was hoping to find myself with something to improve a sleepless night, and training would be far too noisy at this hour.

( there's a reluctance, in admitting that to byleth: not that he thinks it's a weakness, or that their precious professor would hold such a thing against him. the only thing she might do is press him for more information--and that's what he's afraid of having to admit to anyone. )

I don't suppose you have a key?

( would she? he doesn't know necessarily what she may have access to, being a professor here, and what they may have neglected to give her admittance to: but it would certainly be the better bet than having him rip the door off or plunge a fist through the wood; that would cause too much trouble in the morning, and he doesn't want to be faced with all the questions that would come after something like that.

perhaps it's comical, or perhaps it's only comical in the sense that he's this serious about it: but he folds an arm against his chest, the other propped up against it to fold his fingers to his lips, wondering through the problem as though it's some great battle mechanic that he has to contend with. )

Or perhaps your mercenary days gave you the skills to pick locks? I've never learned, myself. I would, of course, not want to compromise your position here...

( the but i could use the help goes unsaid, in the way his voice trails off. )