It hadn't been a particularly pleasant weak, Dimitri couldn't really deny that. More trouble with this Flame Emperor, and more of his classmates injured in the battle. Nothing fatal, but it doesn't make him feel any less guilty for not being able to protect them. For not being strong enough to take down all enemies alone.

He ran a hand through his blonde locks, pushing them out of his eyes, only for them to fall immediately back down. It was rare he was ever alone, without Dedue by his side, but here he was, wandering alone through the Monastery on a warm, Spring evening, his body aching from long hours training, his brain aching from Byleth's morning lecture. Perhaps he needed a break.

Unfortunately, Crown Prince's cannot afford such luxuries.

With another, much longer sigh, he sat in the Courtyard alone, resting his chin to his hand as he furrowed his brows in thought.