Imperial Year 1159. Day 2 of the Red Wolf Moon. Having crossed Gronder Field we've entered the Dukedom of Aegir. We head for Rusalka. A noble there owes me a favor. We should be able to settle there for some time; hopefully long enough for Byleth to move onto solid foods. I doubt Rhea will be able to send scouts so deep into the Empire's territory, but knowing now how little I actually knew her, who can say. I didn't think it possible for her
The journey up to now has been slow. Avoiding more populated towns and villages where my face is known takes time, and with this child still so early on in infancy I can only stray so far into the wilderness. He needs milk, warmth, and they are so little in abundance on this journey. It is only through the kindness of the occasional farmer that I have kept him fed, either with goat's milk or that of an already nursing mother. Thankfully, there is not much further to go.
Sitri, our child
I am scared for him. He never makes a sound. Neither when hungry nor when he wets or soils himself. He is far too still. It worries me. I fear that if I take my eyes off of him for too long
It frightens me to think of what Rhea could have possibly done to him. Our child.
Sitri, I miss you.