To my fellow Infinity Train fans: remember, digital media lasts only as long as the company offering it. DVDs last.

Rhea had...thoughts about the revelations of the past few minutes, though she wasn't sure where to start. Should she start with the possibility of there being more Nabateans in Hyrule? Or maybe with the fact that Flayn had just revealed that she was alive during the War of Heroes, and given that none of the other students had reacted at all, they clearly knew?

"Wait, you were alive during the War of Heroes?" Jeralt asked her. Flayn nodded.

"Given that you already know my identity, you might as well know Seteth and Flayn's," Rhea said to him. "In reality, they are my nephew and grandniece."

Jeralt nodded. "Okay. That makes sense."

Claude gave him a look. "Just like that?"

"I already knew Rhea was an immortal," Jeralt told him.

"Okay then," Claude said.

"Rhea, are you sure Jeralt can be trusted?" Seteth asked.

"Jeralt was my closest friend for over 250 years," Rhea assured him. "I have every reason to trust him. In fact, not trusting him was what led to our falling out twenty-two years ago. I will not make the same mistake twice."

Seteth frowned. "You might trust him with your life, but I have never met him."

"Even after our falling out, he kept my secrets," Rhea assured him. "He will keep yours and Flayn's as well."

Seteth still looked unsure, but he looked at Jeralt for confirmation. Jeralt nodded.

Seteth then looked at Byleth. Byleth shrugged. "All of this is news to me. But I don't see any reason why I should tell anyone about it."

Rhea wanted to go back to the subject of the Nabateans in Hyrule, if that was what they were. But she suspected that Flayn would elaborate on them later anyway. "Carry on."

While Link and Claude were gone, Ashe discussed the delay with Hudson. "We're very sorry for the delay."

"It's no problem at all," Hudson assured him. "This gives us time to have extra nails forged. There's a shortage, and we need all we can get."

"At least there's that," Ashe agreed. "We do need the money, but we can give you a slight discount for your troubles."

"That's not necessary," Hudson declined. "But I appreciate the offer. I'd like to potentially keep working with Rising Sun in the future."

"Well, to be honest, we do have a preexisting job, and it's time sensitive," Ashe told him. "But if we can do jobs for you in the future, I'm sure we'd be delighted."

"I understand. Have to honor the contract," Hudson said. "If our word isn't good, what is?"

"Exactly," Ashe agreed.

Hilda had volunteered to bring Petra and Monica to the clothing shop. Sure, they might have a limited budget, and the two of them were being annoyingly practical, only wanting stealth armor. But still! There had to be something good in the shop!

Looking at its inventory, though, she was rather disappointed. There were really only three styles on display. Red and black with a hood (and that was what she was already wearing), stealth suits (she didn't need one), and traditional Sheikah garb.

Well, she was getting tired of red and black. Traditional Sheikah garb would do. Fortunately, it was also inexpensive.

She looked at Petra and Monica, who were wearing stealth suits. "Hopefully those have some magic in them, because I think they just make you look more noticeable."

"Trust me, I know what I am doing," the shop owner said.

Hilda shrugged. Perhaps she did. She took a look in the mirror.

She looked cute! The boys would be falling all over themselves for her now! Holst would probably say...

"No. Don't think about home," she thought.

Maybe she could convince Marianne to get one of these traditional Sheikah outfits too. If anyone needed something nice for herself, it was Marianne.

Bernadetta had kind of gotten used to being around the others. As long as nobody tried to talk to her, or looked at her funny, or tried to conscript her into doing the dangerous jobs, she'd be fine.

Even so, just existing around so many people could get overwhelming. She needed to do something to unwind. She had managed to find a blank diary in Gatepost Town's ruins.

It was a little morbid, using a diary that belonged to someone who had died before they could use it. But Claude had said the people of Gatepost Town would want them to take anything they could use. After all, anything they didn't take would just fall into the monsters' hands.

Bernie decided to sketch the statues in front of Impa's house. She got several of the details of the statues, down to the apples in the trays in front of them.

Wait, there wasn't an apple in the tray in front of the middle one.

She had already drawn the apple, and she couldn't erase it. So, instead she picked an apple off of a nearby apple tree and placed it in the tray. There. Now her drawing matched the real version.

"Ya ha ha! You found me!"

"Eep!" Bernadetta squeaked, as a Korok appeared. The Korok offered her a seed.

Hesitantly, she took it. If she ran into Hestu, she could give it to him, she supposed.

"Bernadetta," Ignatz greeted. Bernie flinched and dropped her sketchbook.

Ignatz picked it up and looked at the drawing. "This is good. This is very good."

"You think so?" Bernie asked.

As they went into a discussion about art, Bernie thought maybe she had made a friend.

Sylvain was training with Felix, and yet again, Felix disarmed him. "That was a good trick."

Felix nodded. "Impa taught me that."

Paya brought both of them water. "Thank you, Paya," Sylvain said.

"Thanks," Felix said.

Sylvain noticed the almost-smile on Felix's face. "Are you...smiling?"

"What are you talking about?" Felix asked.

"You hardly ever smile," Sylvain said.

Felix scowled at Sylvain.

"Yeah, that's more like how you usually look," Sylvain said. Felix scowled harder.

Sylvain chuckled. "Oh, is it possible you actually like Paya?"

"I think Paya is...pleasant to be around. Unlike you."

Sylvain ignored the jab. "You're interested, aren't you?"

Felix scowled at him again.

"Is that a no? Well, she is cute. Maybe I could show her a good time if you aren't interested," Sylvain joked.

Felix grabbed Sylvain's shirt. "Don't. You. Dare."

"So you are interested," Sylvain inferred.

"Maybe I just think she deserves better than to be toyed with and discarded by a good-for-nothing skirt chaser like you," Felix countered.

"Nah, I think you're infatuated," Sylvain said, walking off. He had to tell Ingrid about this development.

It wasn't long until he found Ingrid. "Big news, Ingrid," he told her. "I think Felix might be romantically interested in Paya."

"Felix," Ingrid said skeptically. "The same Felix we know?"

"I caught him smiling at her," Sylvain gossiped.

"If it was anyone else, I'd say you're just being a busybody. But for Felix, that might actually mean something," Ingrid admitted.

"I know," Sylvain said. "I've got my work cut out for me."

"What work?" Ingrid asked.

"If we want this to work, I have to teach Felix the art of romance," Sylvain said.

"I don't think that's a good ide—Sylvain!" she called as he ran off.

However, any thoughts of Felix and Paya were dashed when everyone heard Paya scream.

Ingrid and Sylvain rushed to the door. Felix was already there, Sylvain noticed.

"Are you all right?" Felix asked.

"Yes, and so is Grandmother, but the sacred Sheikah artifact! It's gone!" Paya revealed.