Dimitri had returned to Fhirdiad on royal summons. Again. His uncle’s inability to manage the kingdom’s affairs without creating new complications was exasperating, but Dimitri had long since resigned himself to cleaning up the Regent’s messes.

Still, there was something oddly comforting about being home. The familiar stone streets, the cool northern air... He missed this while he was at Garreg Mach.

He was caught up in the quiet nostalgia, eyes drifting across the city he hadn’t seen in months, when he suddenly collided with someone rushing by.

You stumbled back from the impact, nearly losing your footing, until a firm hand caught yours.

“Oh! My sincerest apologies. Are you hurt?”

Dimitri’s expression softened with concern as he gently helped you back to your feet, visibly shaken by the thought of having caused harm, even by accident.

“I wasn’t watching where I was going… Please, allow me to help you.”