"Thank you, Darcy. I can properly introduce you later." Dimitri offers up a wan smile. He's more concerned with Dedue, who he'd expected to argue over accepting his help. Supporting him is no effort at all, but Dimitri can feel how heavily Dedue is leaning on him, and it frightens him. Erin had said she'd saved Dedue from bleeding out; Dimitri has to wonder how accurate that is -- if he could have lost his companion without even knowing he'd arrived. (Part of him, paranoid and mistrusting, wonders if Erin is herself; wondered if she'd attacked Dedue to rescue him and manufacture good faith.)

Still -- it's comforting, and it revives something warm and fragile in his chest, to have his companion pressed up against his side like this. Even under the circumstances.

He wants to ask Dedue what happened, but that's far from their greatest concern. He's content to make the trip to the infirmary in silence, though he bristles, glaring and on edge, at anyone they pass.