Yes, I'm sure they'll be glad just to see us happy.
[Well, Byleth hoped, anyways. He was aware there may be some mumbled questions amongst the other nobility about heirs and conflicts of interest, but with Dimitri being the king of a united Fodlan, and Byleth the archbishop of the Central Church, those mumbles should remain only that: mumbles.
And, as a phrase Byleth had learned at the Academy said: they'll cross that bridge when they got there.
In any case, having laid their hearts bare and very snugly curled around one another, they rode out the blizzard in higher spirits than most would have in their position. The storm died down when night had well and truly set in, though the chill remained scathing as they cautiously left the snow cave to their usual path now buried in several feet worth of snow. The journey back to the city had been slow - but vastly sped up when the search party (led by Dedue to the surprise of no one), had found them... and promptly scruffed them like you'd do with a wayward cat. Byleth hadn't minded. Dedue, in all of his infinite wisdom, had brought warm blankets with him, and so tolerated the scruffing with blissful happiness.
The original plan, before the blizzard had rudely intervened, was that Byleth was to depart in the early morning back to Garreg Mach. However, the late hour that they were rescued from the deep snow, combined with the fact that Byleth felt exhausted from spending so long in dangerously low temperatures, had that plan sharply shifted to the right. A day was required for their archbishop to recover from his ordeal, the Church escort had decided, and Byleth didn't correct them.
Which led them to this point: after dethawing himself with a much needed warm bath (at everyone's, including Dimitri's, insistence), Byleth didn't return to his room (a guest room in the royal wing of the castle). Feeling a little bold, and also wanting to check in on Dimitri, he headed to his old student's personal chambers. Once he reached them, he gave the doors a firm knock before announcing himself:]
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP YEEEEAH~
[Well, Byleth hoped, anyways. He was aware there may be some mumbled questions amongst the other nobility about heirs and conflicts of interest, but with Dimitri being the king of a united Fodlan, and Byleth the archbishop of the Central Church, those mumbles should remain only that: mumbles.
And, as a phrase Byleth had learned at the Academy said: they'll cross that bridge when they got there.
In any case, having laid their hearts bare and very snugly curled around one another, they rode out the blizzard in higher spirits than most would have in their position. The storm died down when night had well and truly set in, though the chill remained scathing as they cautiously left the snow cave to their usual path now buried in several feet worth of snow. The journey back to the city had been slow - but vastly sped up when the search party (led by Dedue to the surprise of no one), had found them... and promptly scruffed them like you'd do with a wayward cat. Byleth hadn't minded. Dedue, in all of his infinite wisdom, had brought warm blankets with him, and so tolerated the scruffing with blissful happiness.
The original plan, before the blizzard had rudely intervened, was that Byleth was to depart in the early morning back to Garreg Mach. However, the late hour that they were rescued from the deep snow, combined with the fact that Byleth felt exhausted from spending so long in dangerously low temperatures, had that plan sharply shifted to the right. A day was required for their archbishop to recover from his ordeal, the Church escort had decided, and Byleth didn't correct them.
Which led them to this point: after dethawing himself with a much needed warm bath (at everyone's, including Dimitri's, insistence), Byleth didn't return to his room (a guest room in the royal wing of the castle). Feeling a little bold, and also wanting to check in on Dimitri, he headed to his old student's personal chambers. Once he reached them, he gave the doors a firm knock before announcing himself:]
Dimitri? It's me. Are you still awake?