The entire day, Byleth did her very best to ignore Dimitri and he feels terrible about it. She is surprisingly great at ignoring people, and he felt like a ghost haunting the old house, as if she could see through him whenever her gaze happens to pass his figure.

Shamed as he is, and he is very ashamed of his rage-induced outburst, he did not want to talk about his nightmares, with absolutely no-one. He does not want to talk to a psychologist, he does not want to take medicine, and, above all, he does not want to be seen as fragile and insane. He will not be shamed, and he will not be stigmatized. The weak are eaten by the strong, and he had a higher purpose to be achieved.

Nevertheless, there were other people living with them at the guest-house, and the other tenants were quite curious why their landlady told Dimitri to get bent and is now giving him a glacial shoulder. He responded to the questions of his friends with brief platitudes and tried not to think about his nightmare or said woman, lest he finds himself on the tongue of Mercedes and Annette around Garreg Mach.

Alas, he is failing miserably at both accounts. Byleth is all there is on his sick mind. The way she looked when she was asleep, how much she seemed to care about him, the way she looked at his scars without the slightest judgement. About her hurt expression when he shouted at her, the prideful posture as she left his room, the edge on her voice as she swore.

"Just go talk to her!" Felix barked, impatient as ever. "Your little lovers' quarrel is driving me crazy!"

They were spending time on the small exercise room Jeralt set up and generally let the tenants use freely. Dimitri reasoned that he would feel better if he sweat some of the anxiety off after a tense lunch hour, and Felix, ever the gym rat, was working through his usual routine when he arrived.

"I can't just go talk to her, Felix." The blond stated to his childhood friend, with the usual exasperation he held on his voice whenever he had to deal with the youngest Fraldarius. "I don't know what to say or do to make this better, and if I go in without a plan, I might make things even worse."

Felix turns to Dimitri and hits him on his shoulder. "Just say you are sorry and that you shouldn't have acted the way you did!"

"Like it is that easy." Dimitri snorts and rolls his eyes.

"But it is! Sweet Sothis, how dense can you be? Oh, never mind. Don't you dare asking me for anything while emotionally constipated ever again. Now, go be a dramatic soap opera protagonist elsewhere. I'm trying to concentrate, and this nonsense is making me lose count on my repetitions." Felix barks and turns back to his exercise.

Dimitri gets up and walks to the kitchen. He does not see her washing lunch's dishes until he has sat down at the table, dropping his head in his hands. Through his fingers, the blond can see she staring at him. After a few seconds, her expression changes and she turn away. He sighs, maybe Felix is right and he should just go and talk to her.

However, when he gathers enough of a nerve to lift his head up and face his mistakes, she is already gone.

Byleth does not come down at dinner either, as she served it early tonight and hid back alone in her suite. This disappearance act it is killing him. He really wants to talk to her, even if it meant begging for forgiveness on his knees, just so she acknowledges his existence once more. His food, which usually at least has a faint taste of herbs, spices, cheese and sugar, now is just completely bland and, after a few bites, he gives up and pushes his plate away.

"Why won't you just talk to her?" Ashe asks, as he also takes pity on his kicked puppy face.

Dimitri looks up to him and shrugs. "I don't know what to say. I hurt her and I don't know how to make it up to her."

"If you say you're sorry, at least it is a start." Dedue points out on his usual deep voice, as he takes the uneaten plate away and clears on the trash can. "If Byleth is still mad, then it is her prerogative, but if you want her to forgive you, you'll have to start by apologising."

Dimitri shakes his head. No, it is not that simple. If it only was.