Dimitri doesn't plan on entering the fighting. Frankly, he finds it barbaric, and given his proclivities, it's best to not tempt fate with the spirits. The taste of blood could be a trigger for the demonic, and he could lose control. Honestly, not the best way to rekindle this diplomatic relationship-- no, he'll stay far from that.

For the moment he finds himself alone. He supposes he could go find Fiadh, or any of his siblings that came to the celebration of life, or one of Fleetwood's children, but something tells him to wait. And he's almost instantly glad he does, because who does he see crest the foothill than the boy he was going to teach.

"Vitus." There's a shadow behind him, a rather angry one, and he gives her a nod as well. "Did you want to talk? Catch up a bit?" Arvid's speech, Dimitri could guess, does not line up with Vitus's role and beliefs. A sage might find his days numbered in a pack like this.

He glances towards a nearby cave that could get them out of the snow. He doesn't know Northfall well enough to know the cave had not been there days before. "Let's head in here, yeah? Your friend can come, too. I have questions for you, and I'm sure you have questions for me." Though he's not sure he has answers. Vitus might be his pupil, but this is a task he's never faced.