[ The very instant that a familiar face is revealed, there is a complicated feeling in Ferdinand's chest, as though his heart has just plummeted out of it. The part of him that isn't compelled to stay in-character is both heartened and horrified to see that Edelgard, Edelgard of all people, is here, subject to the same bizarre whims as he is. But that part of Ferdinand isn't in control right now, and whatever flash of recognition there is in his gaze — a soft expression of relief and worry, tangled into a single facial expression — lasts for only an instant. ]

Then you and I are of one mind. But bravery alone will only get you so far.

[ He strides closer, the light weight of his loose-fitting clothing causing it to billow in even this subtle breeze. Every step is quiet as the leather bottoms of his shin-high sandals touch the ground, as though he now possesses some sort of otherworldly, ethereal grace. ]

I would know the name of the one who promises to bring salvation, so that I may feel its sound upon my lips.

[ His tone is soft and intimate, as though there's more to the statement than just wanting to know her name. It's almost... flirtatious. ]