"I do. That's your familiar." A towel is presented; by now Edelgard knows to come prepared. As always, she made the trek down here in the hopes of seeing a familiar face...and while she has succeeded, it's bittersweet. Annette. Another of her Black Eagles, and a mainstay of the Strike Force's magic corps, and yet it's almost a certainty given how this world seems to function that it will be the Annette of Dimitri's world.

Actually, given the way this world works, it's almost a certainty this Annette will turn out to be from Claude's world. She thinks of Dorothea, lost now, and feels a pang of regret. But that won't stop her from reaching out, even if it runs the risk of going as poorly as last time, with Lorenz.

"Take a moment to dry yourself off Annette, and take a breath. And please do not be alarmed; you are in no danger." It's unmistakably Edelgard, even if she's traded her usual Imperial attire for more modern fare suited for traveling. A shaggy wolf with dark-blue fur stands next to her, watching Annette curiously.