[Easier said than done. Byleth had only ever truly confided in Jeralt, because his father could normally intuit his feelings when Byleth struggled to put them into words. Jeralt did most of the work for him, and did so with boundless patience. Byleth had no idea how it would work with Claude.

But he knew that friendship was not an instantaneous thing. It had to be built, carefully, brick by brick, and that meant enduring potential misunderstandings as Claude grew accustomed to Byleth's various quirks. It may, in fact, help Byleth grow, become closer to this Other Byleth who succeeded where he had failed.]

Very well. I'll try my best to be honest with you, Claude.

[Beat.]

In any case, we should continue to our destination. You still seem under the weather, and I hear tea is good for one's health. Is it alright that we shelve our current discussion for now?