Emet certainly has a way with words when he so desires. They can be elegant and flowing, lifting one up ever higher into the mind's eye-

Or that can feel sharp. These ones do, even though there is a thanks there. Byleth, as much as perhaps many may perceive, is certainly not immune to those sharp words.

"Of course." He says. As if he would ever dream of leaving Emet out to the elements. "I'll see you later. I know I don't need to tell you, but be safe out there."