He hadn't recognized her at first, not in the simple white gown and hair that almost blended with the fabric. But once she (s l o w l y) turns around, he has plenty of time to ascertain who the mystery roommate is: Edelgard von Hesvrelg.
(Not like he could ever mistake that face, for reasons both fond and bitter.)
That one realization is followed by a series of others, new and increasingly more pressing: Edelgard was here, sharing this same odd predicament as Dimitri, assigned to the same living quarters as he was, staring at his dripping wet, half naked form and... of perfectly capable mind to be conscious of how untoward it was, enough that she makes a hasty retreat into the adjacent room. It is all too much to process, and for a long moment he just stands there in the hallway, agape and adrift with questions he can't find his voice for.
By the time he snaps out of his momentary stupor, he can only catch a glimpse of her rushing out the door, a single one of her belongings dropping to the floor with a thud. As far as realizations go, that one by far hits him the hardest. ]
The dagger...!
[ Had she... kept it with her all this time?
Whatever the case, he would surely have to figure out a way to return it to her, somehow. For now, he crouches down to pick it up, fiddles with the all too familiar blue handle in his large hand; like father, like son, he supposes. That thought alone draws a sigh from his lips. ]
special delivery for the bday girl: one half naked king
He hadn't recognized her at first, not in the simple white gown and hair that almost blended with the fabric. But once she (s l o w l y) turns around, he has plenty of time to ascertain who the mystery roommate is: Edelgard von Hesvrelg.
(Not like he could ever mistake that face, for reasons both fond and bitter.)
That one realization is followed by a series of others, new and increasingly more pressing: Edelgard was here, sharing this same odd predicament as Dimitri, assigned to the same living quarters as he was, staring at his dripping wet, half naked form and... of perfectly capable mind to be conscious of how untoward it was, enough that she makes a hasty retreat into the adjacent room. It is all too much to process, and for a long moment he just stands there in the hallway, agape and adrift with questions he can't find his voice for.
By the time he snaps out of his momentary stupor, he can only catch a glimpse of her rushing out the door, a single one of her belongings dropping to the floor with a thud. As far as realizations go, that one by far hits him the hardest. ]
The dagger...!
[ Had she... kept it with her all this time?
Whatever the case, he would surely have to figure out a way to return it to her, somehow. For now, he crouches down to pick it up, fiddles with the all too familiar blue handle in his large hand; like father, like son, he supposes. That thought alone draws a sigh from his lips. ]
Edelgard...