[There is something so funny about Felix trusting Sylvain to piece things together... and Sylvain suggesting that a hand just fell off his magical clock?? Anyway: Felix does not find that funny, but less because it's Sylvain grasping at straws and more because it's Sylvain obviously being as lost as he is. That... is not a good sign for things to come, but as he reads and re-reads that question, he forces himself to bite back his frustration. There's no need to actually answer it. They both know that.
And Felix knows that all he can do... is wait for Sylvain to send him more information, because that stupid question aside, he trusts Sylvain to look into this since he can't? Which is a trust that's rewarded when Sylvain does, in fact, send him a message confirming that he did what Felix assumed he would, but ah, what news. No name on the clock; no name in the compass; no things in his room. Would Mercedes know more? Would Dimitri? Is he looking for Ashe, too—and if so, would he bother contacting Felix? Would Felix blame him if he didn't?
...So it goes.]
I see.
[And that's... it! No, no. A beat as he looks up at his clock, and then:]
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And Felix knows that all he can do... is wait for Sylvain to send him more information, because that stupid question aside, he trusts Sylvain to look into this since he can't? Which is a trust that's rewarded when Sylvain does, in fact, send him a message confirming that he did what Felix assumed he would, but ah, what news. No name on the clock; no name in the compass; no things in his room. Would Mercedes know more? Would Dimitri? Is he looking for Ashe, too—and if so, would he bother contacting Felix? Would Felix blame him if he didn't?
...So it goes.]
I see.
[And that's... it! No, no. A beat as he looks up at his clock, and then:]
I'll look in Kyst.