[The amulet is in the style of Adrestia, more polished and ornate than anything from Faerghus, but it reminds Dimitri of the piece he'd gifted Byleth on his birthday regardless. His was silver, a single motif carved into it on each side.

He wonders if Byleth kept it so close as she keeps hers.]

We've just returned from Remire... [It feels at once like a distant memory and as if the flames are still licking his back. Their screams still sometimes whip around him in quiet moments - he continues speaking quickly.] While we weren't able to save everyone, we dragged the perpetrators though the streets and crushed their skulls on the stone.

[He looks to her, then, caught between wishing for approval and admonishment.]