Dimitri chuckles. "Aren't they wonderful? Goddess, I missed real plants. Even the air smells different." Like bark, and green leaves unfolding; rich soil and all the little things that thrive in it. It's almost strange how quickly he's grown used to it.

"Oh! And!" Speaking of things he's grown used to! Dimitri spins to face Dedue, taking both of his hands, and says in Duscur, "We can talk again!"