It's been two years for Dimitri, and who knows how many for Claude? What has this Claude seen of him in their future? How much has Dimitri changed since he was taken from Garreg Mach? How is Dimitri meant to approach this stranger with a half-familiar face?

Under the sky, back in the cooler air, Dimitri breathes easier. He has the same instincts for privacy Claude does; stepping away, he's able to relax, if only a little. "It's hard to say I'm glad to see you, under the circumstances, but it is good to see someone else from Fódlan."

He looks away, jaw tensing to hold off any more obvious sign of insecurity.

"I'm sure the others are fine people. I'd ask that you don't -- I don't want to be known as a prince, here. That title means nothing here. I don't want to give anyone the impression that I think it should."