"It is..." Byleth still seems wary, but he relents as Emet lightly scolds him. Nothing he isn't accustomed to at this point and a strangely welcome routine in this moment.
"I know you are not. You are my friend, and I express my worry and care all the same." The response coms out oddly sharper than he intended. Something he would examine later and find that he did not quite like the idea of only expending such efforts for his students alone. A misguided notion on his own part he realizes, but in the moment he felt it keenly.
He gathers the robes and mask and hands them to Emet, face returning to that neutral, unreadable baseline. He pauses, and realizes that he ought to give the man space to change, summarily excusing himself. Though he waits by the door to see him out, regardless of his protests.
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"I know you are not. You are my friend, and I express my worry and care all the same." The response coms out oddly sharper than he intended. Something he would examine later and find that he did not quite like the idea of only expending such efforts for his students alone. A misguided notion on his own part he realizes, but in the moment he felt it keenly.
He gathers the robes and mask and hands them to Emet, face returning to that neutral, unreadable baseline. He pauses, and realizes that he ought to give the man space to change, summarily excusing himself. Though he waits by the door to see him out, regardless of his protests.