Shelter

"A moment of respite during war"; OR "Dimitri is a knight in slightly dulled armor"; OR, "Felix always has to have the last word"; OR, "If the rescue mechanic had been implemented in Three Houses".

“Felix!” Dimitri calls out from behind. Felix barely has enough time to turn his head in the direction of Dimitri’s voice before Dimitri comes riding along on his white horse and leans over to grab Felix from behind, putting his hands under Felix’s arms and unceremoniously lifting him off of the ground.

Dimitri carefully places Felix on the saddle in front of him before Felix even gets the chance to collect himself enough to either verbally or physically protest the fact that Dimitri just picked him up in very much the same way he used to watch Dimitri pick up cats in the monastery and move them to safer locations. “What do you think you’re doing?” Felix asks flatly, glancing behind him to level Dimitri a brief, side-long glare.

“You looked like you could use some help,” Dimitri replies. He fluffs Felix’s hood up, so that the wool-lined cloth provides a layer between the back of Felix’s head and Dimitri’s armor.

“I didn’t. I was fine,” Felix says.