["We should be," Ingrid says, standing up as well. "Please let us know how we can help."
On the other hand, Felix is staring dumb-foundedly in Byleth's direction. Specifically, over his shoulder, where a foreign, green-haired child is boredly speaking her mind. She looks a little familiar, reminding him a little of Flayn if he were to be honest, but no, that's not quite it either.
He blinks, thinking it a figment of his imagination as no one else seems to be paying attention to this phenomenon. And it does seem to be that way. Felix opens his mouth as if to ask, but then shuts it, preferring to press a hand to his forehead before he shakes his head. Is now the time to ask pointless questions? No, it could wait.
For now, they had a battle to fight.
"Felix, are you okay?" Ingrid asks, glancing back at him now, worried.]
I'm fine, [Felix says, trying to keep his irritation off his tone. This is one fight he can't afford to sit out on, and hell if Ingrid tries to get between him and this.] I'll get rusty if I sit out on any more battles.
[Ingrid looks like she wants to protest, but fortunately she refrains from it, instead nodding as she turns to Byleth again, expectant.]
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On the other hand, Felix is staring dumb-foundedly in Byleth's direction. Specifically, over his shoulder, where a foreign, green-haired child is boredly speaking her mind. She looks a little familiar, reminding him a little of Flayn if he were to be honest, but no, that's not quite it either.
He blinks, thinking it a figment of his imagination as no one else seems to be paying attention to this phenomenon. And it does seem to be that way. Felix opens his mouth as if to ask, but then shuts it, preferring to press a hand to his forehead before he shakes his head. Is now the time to ask pointless questions? No, it could wait.
For now, they had a battle to fight.
"Felix, are you okay?" Ingrid asks, glancing back at him now, worried.]
I'm fine, [Felix says, trying to keep his irritation off his tone. This is one fight he can't afford to sit out on, and hell if Ingrid tries to get between him and this.] I'll get rusty if I sit out on any more battles.
[Ingrid looks like she wants to protest, but fortunately she refrains from it, instead nodding as she turns to Byleth again, expectant.]