[In contrast, Dimitri pauses right outside the Pokecenter and wildly shakes his head to free his hair of most of its wetness. He grinds his feet against the mat outside, and takes care to hang his cloak somewhere so that it can drip clean. The cloak is just a matter of good care, something he's had to keep in mind a lot when it was just him on his own in Faerghus. He has so little... so what he did have, he had to make sure it lasted.]
[But the hair, the boots? That's because.... At this point, he's run into at least a couple of Nurse Joys, now. They tend to his Tepig when they've had to fight their way free, and they give him that strange device whenever he accidentally breaks one. Additionally, they fuss over him, sometimes. They worry at the lack of sleep he shows, his general sorry state.]
[....He thinks of Mercedes, sometimes, when they act like that. Mercedes who hadn't known what to do with the war either, who had felt the church did so much good that she wanted to carry on. Mercedes, who had weathered his snarling and snapping so that she could at least be sure he was in good health when they reunited after so long. The Nurse Joys are similar, calmly dealing with all manner of beasts and monsters and people.]
[He is also a beast, one that was finally put down after so long... but he won't make their work any harder than it needs to be. Not when he thinks of Mercedes, and hopes she is finding better than some monster of a would-be king.]
[That's the only extent he offers, however, slouching over to the other chair in wet clothing that sticks to him. Dean sits calmly on his lap in turn, seeming to recuperate now that they're out of the rain. Dimitri stares down at him for a moment, and is belated in answering Noa's question.]
...There is no other explanation for such a creature.
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[But the hair, the boots? That's because.... At this point, he's run into at least a couple of Nurse Joys, now. They tend to his Tepig when they've had to fight their way free, and they give him that strange device whenever he accidentally breaks one. Additionally, they fuss over him, sometimes. They worry at the lack of sleep he shows, his general sorry state.]
[....He thinks of Mercedes, sometimes, when they act like that. Mercedes who hadn't known what to do with the war either, who had felt the church did so much good that she wanted to carry on. Mercedes, who had weathered his snarling and snapping so that she could at least be sure he was in good health when they reunited after so long. The Nurse Joys are similar, calmly dealing with all manner of beasts and monsters and people.]
[He is also a beast, one that was finally put down after so long... but he won't make their work any harder than it needs to be. Not when he thinks of Mercedes, and hopes she is finding better than some monster of a would-be king.]
[That's the only extent he offers, however, slouching over to the other chair in wet clothing that sticks to him. Dean sits calmly on his lap in turn, seeming to recuperate now that they're out of the rain. Dimitri stares down at him for a moment, and is belated in answering Noa's question.]
...There is no other explanation for such a creature.