Dedue has been up, of course. He knows how important it has been for Dimitri to check on the passengers each day at 6 am. He has given Dimitri some space to do so on his own, but he is awake should he be needed. So when he hears that call, he is soon down the hall.

“Darcy,” he says breathlessly, looking relieved to see her. He glances over at Dimitri and mumbles something in Duscur that the translator clumsily picks up as “By every god” and kneels by his side, rubbing his back.