"Oh, I'm aware. I'm never gonna let Dimitri live it down about giving Edelgard that knife. And I swear you'll get the same treatment too, so-" Sylvain's foxish grin grows even wider. "Y'know, keep it in mind."

It evens out when he tilts his head. The beach seems, well, quite nice actually. It's more romantic than he'd have suspected, ideal, really. And there's that feeling in his chest again, the one that's been hard to shake every time it crops up.

"Oh. That, uh, that sounds really lovely. I wish-" he wants to say wishes he could remember it, but it doesn't even feel as though he's forgetting something. There's nothing there to pull from, and it bothers him. "Sorry, it's probably weird for you, huh? Having to say these things to somebody who was there."