[Byleth kept an eye on Claude, observing his sickly pallor and shivering. He said nothing, however, as Claude had already shifted the topic from his own health once before, and Byleth wasn't going to pester him unnecessarily. He did walk slightly closer to him though, just in case.
They arrived at the tea house, and Byleth automatically took stock of his surroundings: ambush points, defensive points, before actually absorbing what said surroundings looked like. It was muted and warm, peaceful, a serene bubble away from the chaotic hubbub of Springstar. Tentatively, Byleth decided he liked it.]
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They arrived at the tea house, and Byleth automatically took stock of his surroundings: ambush points, defensive points, before actually absorbing what said surroundings looked like. It was muted and warm, peaceful, a serene bubble away from the chaotic hubbub of Springstar. Tentatively, Byleth decided he liked it.]
It's quiet. I like it.