[Dimitri has walked this path before - wood creaking beneath his weight, more lumbering now in his beastliness. No matter how intent on posture he is, there's a persistent hunch to his shoulders. The smiles he gives to passing witches are thin lipped, hardly the polite acknowledgement he tries to convey.
It would be best if he didn't come, a dangerous monster treading halls lined with the weak and weary. The scent of blood sometimes attractive, sometimes putrid. But he must be here.
He must see Sylvain - awake and alive and surely disappointed.
If he's to be banished, he'll accept. Though there's some small hope that Sylvain will help - will bond as he'd offered - to avoid anyone else being hurt like those he'd attacked that night.
Tail between his legs, Dimitri slips into Sylvain's room. Sees, for the first time in a month, his friend upright and alive.]
Ah. You're awake.
I'm glad. [Stilted. He remains in the doorway, awaiting permission to enter... or dimissal.]
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It would be best if he didn't come, a dangerous monster treading halls lined with the weak and weary. The scent of blood sometimes attractive, sometimes putrid. But he must be here.
He must see Sylvain - awake and alive and surely disappointed.
If he's to be banished, he'll accept. Though there's some small hope that Sylvain will help - will bond as he'd offered - to avoid anyone else being hurt like those he'd attacked that night.
Tail between his legs, Dimitri slips into Sylvain's room. Sees, for the first time in a month, his friend upright and alive.]
Ah. You're awake.
I'm glad. [Stilted. He remains in the doorway, awaiting permission to enter... or dimissal.]