Tension snaps like an overwound spring. Dimitri's posture crumples inward. "O-oh. Oh -- "

Comprehension comes with horror: where he is, what he's done. Where he isn't. Earlier he'd felt well enough to try fish, and now he's regretting it. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll -- I should -- pardon me, I -- "

He takes a hurried step back. Spotting a break in the gathering, he bolts.

At least he makes it behind a bush before he retches.