[Gronder... ah. So he should have explained further, gone into more detail than he had, if only to spare Felix the emotional whiplash he's sure to feel when he actually does, but...

Well, despite meeting others from different times, different places, he still assumed - wrongly - that Felix must have been from his own point in time.

Time to do what he's always done, then, and try - fail, maybe, but try - to smooth things over between Dimitri and Felix... or at least get Felix to lower his hackles somewhat.]

He hasn't. We went to Fhirdiad after Gronder to reclaim it. He's... officially king now.

[So perhaps beastly, in Felix's eyes - as always - but not entirely predictable.

Crouching down, Sylvain plucks up a stick to sketch out the continent in the ashes scattered from Felix's frustrated kick - a crude map, sure, but easier to outline their advances.]

Then Claude requested our assistance at Derdriu, and we went. Made it just in time. After that we took back Fort Merceus... and now Enbarr is next, finally.

[So Sylvain is much further ahead than Felix would have ever guessed, and... sure, the explanation is very bare bones to start, but he's trying, here.

...And in regards to the rat-thing-on-a-stick?]

It's too hot for me to be hungry, but we should both eat.