[Since he's still doing some chores, Dimitri isn't really looking for shelter. He's going to get wet, and he has accepted that fact by leaving all of his heavier clothing back in the Knight's Hall — his armor, gloves, cloak, and so on. But even if he's not looking for a place to temporarily duck out of the rain, he's observant enough to notice someone lying in a puddle. It's cold enough out that he is very concerned, even if he's heard Linhardt often naps in strange places. Why hasn't he woken up? Has his body temperature dropped too much? Dimitri abandons his current task and hurries over, kneeling down beside him and shaking his shoulder.]
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Are you unwell? Can you hear me?