"Isn't it?" Dimitri gushes, digging through the basket for more food that he can possibly hand over to Byleth. Maybe he should have gotten some warm drinks as well... Or would that not have felt pleasant, with such a sharp contrast? Hm. He really will have to think on this sort of thing in the future.

He's in the middle of pulling out a little container with a stuffed chicken breast - tomatoes and basil and of course more cheese - when Byleth asks that question, and Dimitri looks up to him. "Me? Of course, I feel fine. Relieved, perhaps, more than anything else."