"Easy, easy. Don't try to move too much. Hush." Byleth rubs a hand against his back, ready to support his weight if he should shift or fall.

"No self-flagellation so soon after we've been attacked by strange creatures, yes?" He's quick to put an end to that nonsense. "Just tell me when you feel that you can stand. And don't rush. I'll help you to bed."

For the time being he will busy himself with inspecting Dimitri's wounds.