[ dimitri just stares at him, wondering if sylvain understands how ridiculous it is that in insisting for him to visit him, in doing exactly what he wanted him to do anyway, he always ends up reaffirming his loyalty to him as a knight. it's like having a faithful hound, at his side, although he doesn't know if he'll appreciate the comparison; he says nothing, but he smiles.
dimitri reaches out, with one hand, to briefly touch his fingers against sylvain's, the tips of his fingers brushing against his own in a small gesture before he turns away from him and rests his eyes. yes, a quieter voice murmurs in him. i will need all the help i can get, and will not be left wanting. ]
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dimitri reaches out, with one hand, to briefly touch his fingers against sylvain's, the tips of his fingers brushing against his own in a small gesture before he turns away from him and rests his eyes. yes, a quieter voice murmurs in him. i will need all the help i can get, and will not be left wanting. ]