Felix sees Dedue eyeing the wedding photo on the table - one of many that Sylvain insists on displaying in the house, which Felix is secretly happy about but also a little mortified by - and his chin lifts just a little, as though daring Dedue to say something about it.

He doesn't, though, and what he says instead just raises more questions. Felix's eyes narrow. "What strange group of people?"

Then he groans quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly. "Don't tell me. You don't remember ever being here before. That explains why you didn't just send him a message, I suppose. Although if you followed the network well enough to stalk us, it's a wonder you didn't figure out texting as well."

Not, Felix supposes, that Dimitri will care much. He'll be falling all over himself regardless, just like before. Just like he does with Byleth. Ugh.

"What's the last thing you remember from before you got here?"