That does settle him, to hear that Dimitri will remain unbothered by the hard truths awaiting him. Byleth isn't sure if it's the right thing to do, maybe he should warn him? It doesn't feel good, though. Hard things rarely do.

The mention of his world, and-

Ah.

"You saw it then? Divine Pulse?" He rubs at the base of his neck, a nervous fidget, though barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't keen to examine and dissect the man. "Yes, I will be glad to tell you of whatever you wish to know. I am an open book to you."

In more ways than he would care to admit. Still, he holds up his hands as Emet attempts to rise.

"Easy! You can rest here a while longer. I can leave you alone if you want. It's senseless to push yourself."