[ even with the significant dip in her strength caused by recent events, she holds on just fine, gripping a dorsal spine in her left hand during their ascent and the short maneuvering. the sword goes back to hang at her waist, and her answer is delayed as she looks out over the terrain beneath them. right, the dragon said something, she realizes now. taking a second to actually process that— ]

No. Freshly arrived, but an ally from home told me most of what I'd need to know... just not about this dream. [ the introductory script rolls off her tongue almost on instinct, ] I'm General Byleth Eisner, of the Imperial Adrestian Army. What do I call you?