[ there he is. now that he looks a little less dire, she can get a better look at him. his eyes are striking, a beautiful green-gold that reminds her briefly of byleth's, if a few shades darker. ]

Mister Lighter. [ very fitting, given how hot he runs, and one that she wouldn't have forgotten either. she's more inclined to believe that it's another one of those games this place likes shoving them into, perhaps in an effort to have its guests get to know each other. intimately or otherwise. ] I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercie.

[ it's not often she gets to meet new people these days, especially outside of a strategy meeting or on the battlefield. she didn't realize how much she missed it, just being able to share a moment of peace with someone else. ]

How are you feeling now? A little better, I hope.