Fire Emblem Three Houses: Wanderer

Area 17 Shambala

"So if we triangulate the magical energy," Lysithea explained, "Their base is here. We can ambush them and end this. This is the only place which has seen a major spike of magical energy in the area aside form the impact site itself. It has to have come from here."

"Great work Lysithea," Claude smiled, patting her head, "How you feeling by the way?"

"Great actually," Lysithea smiled, "I don't have a Crest anymore so my magic is a wee bit weaker but..."

"Hey you're still the strongest mage second only to the Goddess herself if even that," Claude assured her, "Don't worry about such things."

"I suppose," Lysithea sighed, "Is Byleth OK?"

"He..." Claude sighed, "No... he's... not..."

"Dorthea you have to-" Linhardt begged.

Dorthea pulled herself away from his grip, "Not until he wakes up."

"He's been out for four days," Linhardt explained, "Annette brought you food you didn't eat it, Marianne offered you tea you refused, you need to stop this is going to kill you."

Linhardt is right, and even when one's romantic love is ill that person still have those they feel familial love for to help them, but Dorthea is blind to her family by her grief. Blind to those who are well and worried about her.

"OK Dorthea I'm gonna be more stern," Linhardt demanded, "I get you love him, I do, but the Chimerias are worried for you and we can't go having two members of our family falling ill. Lysithea just got cured. You need to let him wake up on his own. You're not his doctor. You need to take care of yourself."

"But what if I'm not here and he wakes up with no one to tell the others he's awake?" Dorthea demanded, "Or Nemisis sends an assassin to attack him while he's down?"

"Dorthea Garreg Mach is the most tightly held stronghold in all of Fodlon by this point with most of the heros' relics and the strongest soldiers from all across the land who would die for each other. A family. Do you really think anyone can sneak in here? We literally have the Goddess herself on our side."

Dorthea sighs, "You're right. You're right..."

Dorthea sighed as Linhardt led her to the dining hall, "Come on let's get you some grub..."

Byleth awoke a couple of hours later. He forced himself to his feet, his body ached as he recalled a voice as he heard while in a half conscious state.

"Dorthea..." He muttered.

He recalled Lysithea's tears and Felix's words about how losing Byleth would hurt him deeply.

"Need to show them I'm OK," Byleth muttered to herself, going to find his family...

"Hey Sothis can I ask you something?" Ingrid inquired to the Goddess as the two ate in the dining hall.

"Yeah sis what's up?" Sothis inquires.

"Why are you so short?" Ingrid asked, "I'm sorry I know that's rude but it's been bothering me for weeks."

Before Sothis could get offended Byleth enetered, walking with a slight limp as he sat by Sothis.

The hall felt silent, everyone felt a mix of joy and ease that Byleth was OK but also many felt a justified anger at his self destructive behavior.

Sothis spoke, "Byleth. This has to stop."

Byleth nodded in silent agreement.

Sothis felt that Byleth had changed from what he saw. He felt like a burden for almost dying. He felt torn between the desire to see his dead family and protect his living family.