Lady Edelgard sits with the rest of the Black Eagles, she converses with them. Caspar, as usual, keeps playing an arm wrestle with the oh-so-nobel Ferdinand. Petra and Dorathea speak quietly with her highness. Bernadetta hides under the table, afraid of socialism, as usual. Professor Byleth just sits quietly, reading with the currently napping Linhardt.

Her Highness Edelgard quietly glances round the grand monastery dining hall. "Where is he?" She murmurs, only suddenly feeling him sitting quietly beside her, as if he simply materialized out of the shadows.