Felicity flipped another piece of meat, then seemed to remember something, her head tilting slightly before she turned back around again, still crouched near the fire.
"Oh, by the way," she said, smiling like she hadn't just redirected an entire line of questioning. "My name's Felicity. What's yours?"
Dimitri froze a shift, a re calibration, a moment where the man who led one of the strongest teams left in the world adjusted to being addressed like this, directly, without fear, without hesitation, without the weight most people carried when speaking to him.
"Dimitri," he said.
She beamed.
"Nice to meet you." The simplicity of it landed harder than anything else in the conversation.
Dimitri inclined his head slightly, then gestured, his voice steady as he continued. "Richard, Dawn, Thane and Exile."
