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[fraldarius]

[Okay. So. Maybe Felix had made a mistake.

Maybe.

It wasn't like he planned to run off on his own during battle and get lost in the woods, and it wasn't like he dragged Linhardt after him. Ideally, he'd be lost in the woods on his own and then he'd find some excuse to blame the boar for all of this as soon as the professor or someone else found him. But unfortunately, he's not alone, and they're not any closer to finding their way back to civilization.

He hops down from the tree he was just in, landing easily on the ground. Even from up there he couldn't catch sight of anyone or anything. Just trees, trees, and more trees, as far as the eye can see.]

Nothing. I couldn't see anything up there.

[He's irritated, at himself, at Linhardt, at the stupid bandits for running out this far before he could track them down.

He looks over at Linhardt, expression already even more sour than it usually is.]

You got any bright ideas?

[Linhardt's a mage, he knows that much. He also knows Linhardt's from the Black Eagles. So maybe with any luck, one of them will find them before his own house does. Or maybe they'll be left out here all night, that really wouldn't surprise him either.]

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[fraldarius]

[He's noticed Linhardt's aversion to the corpses, but he doesn't say anything about it. Annette and Mercedes and Ashe don't like to see bodies either and he wouldn't be a jerk about that to them. So whatever, he'll just ignore it.]

We should. I doubt they got far.

[He has nothing to support that idea, but he can at least follow the footprints.]

[sleepyscholar]

[It's a relief once they pass the death scene. But the footprints... they don't look very recent. For all they know, Felix's classmates could already be on their way back to the monastery.]

I wouldn't be so sure.

[Still... it seems moving was the right decision after all. Even though he's getting... so tired. Linhardt can't help but yawn quite frequently by this point.]

[fraldarius]

[He lets the first yawn pass without comment. The second gets him to glance back over his shoulder. The third is the one where he finally whirls around, one hand on his hip.]

Are you really that tired? How.

[...that last one doesn't even sound like a question...]

[sleepyscholar]

[Now that's a question Linhardt is used to hearing. No one seems to understand his tiredness, and honestly he can't quite explain it fully either, but at least he knows how to deflect questions.]

Yes, I am. And that's none of your business.

[Although it might become Felix's business if he simply can't continue on. Hopefully they find someone before that happens.]

[fraldarius]

[He stares at Linhardt like he's trying to work out if that's something he should pursue or not. Eventually he shrugs.]

Fine, whatever. But I'm leaving you here if you pass out.