[ dorothea knows saber's type as soon as she soon as they lock eyes. it's in her posture, her tone, the way she holds her sword: a noble. a high-ranking one, at that. she gives off serious edelgard vibes, and it's not just the height. ]

I'd much rather be lost with a companion than lost alone. [ dorothea bobs her head in a show of thanks. ] Good company can make up for a lot in a bad situation, after all.

[ is that--? dorothea quirks an eyebrow at the tail. there's no way, right? it's just a trick of light. obviously. ]