It is still a pleasure to watch his precise, exacting work. Thorough to a fault.

They have earned a respite, and once the man is finished, Byleth does just as he was asked. It's not too far to his dwelling, but the snow doubles the journey. By the time they do reach it, he is more than ready to sit down with a piping hot brew.

The ordeal of unlocking the door not withstanding of course. He's taken extra care in light of the events. Thankfully he is at last able to usher them inside, flicking the snow from his paws and shedding the damn outer layer of cloak and muffler.

"Please, make yourself comfortable."