[ There's a breath of amusement, just a quick one, but it's not without some solidarity to it. Dimitri is more accustomed to it now, more familiar with the luxury of sunscreen, but harsh sunlight does seem to have an universal effect on Faerghans in particular, bless their freezing cold asses. ]

Ah, well, this lotion should be able to alleviate your sunburns. [ Another squeeze higher up on Felix's shoulders, then his hands start to make the trek down. ] But if that is not enough, there is also a bathhouse that we could try. It is supposed to help with minor injuries, after all.

[ His palm slides lower still, to the small of Felix's back-- another tension spot, as he's learned. And as he idly kneads the muscle in the area, Dimitri tries to come up with an alternative to Felix's obviously sour mood, help him feel more at ease with something more familiar. And since this is Felix, well... ]

After a good soak, we could even practice with our swords, if you would like.

[ Sparring, he means, not a different type of sword. ]