[ It's a rare thing for someone as stubborn as Dimitri to surrender. They hadn't known each other long at Garreg Mach, but the time they did have together was often filled with Claude pestering Dimitri about something or another, and failing to have him give into Claude's ploys. Honestly, it was him and Edelgard both—part of what made them good leaders, he supposes.

But first, Dimitri relents and lets Claude manhandle him to the bed for some rest, and second, he gives up and accepts his fate when they tumble onto the mattress.

It's both funny, and sad. He can only imagine how tired Dimitri must be. ]

Well, not exactly how I planned to do this... [ He laughs, because what else can he do?

They'd landed somewhat side by side, managing to avoid any injuries, with Dimitri face down and Claude on his back. It's easy from this position to smile at Dimitri's defeated form, patting his head and his back. ]

Sleep well, Dimitri. Take this as a sign to get some sleep... I won't bother you any longer.