The mutual support is clearly doing wonders for Themis. In the space of a few deep breaths, a line of coiled tension begins to unspool from his spine, his shoulders dropping as it leaves his body. With each heartbeat of the two of them holding one another he grows more steady, strength returning with every pulse. The truth that Byleth is here, is safe, and that he will recover is finally setting in.

"I feel the same for you, dearest one. Would that we could pluck the suffering from one another's histories, but instead we must make do with comfort and care well after all has been done."

A deep inhale comes, followed by a slow, slow exhale.

"But I would not change my own fate. It allowed me to meet with you, after all," spoken with exactly as sappy of a tone as the words would imply, voice less roughened now that he is more stable. "Is there aught I may do for you?"