Byleth allows himself to relax just a bit more, knowing Themis is calming.

"I agree. I wouldn't be here were it not for everything that has happened to me. Suffering is a hard teacher, but one that eventually becomes a more distant ache. The reminder to not waver." He's not as flowery with his language, and he is fine with that. He will leave the poetry to those it is more suited to.

"Come to bed with me. Just- just to rest. I think we both deserve some... undisturbed rest." He moves to gingerly push himself up, turning to help Themis with him. "Does that sound all right? Just a nice nap, curled up with each other, yes?"