Yeah. You're not just a mercenary, but a person with thoughts and feelings just like any of the rest of us. Even the god among our number isn't above such things.

[Set perhaps even moreso than any human, with how wild and unpredictable the god of war's mood swings can be. Claude pauses in his ministrations to move to Byleth's shoulders next, alternating between squeezing and pressing the muscles there with some force; perhaps he can take some literal weight off them by helping to relax.]

But at least you know now that you have something to work on, instead of running into a figurative wall at a critical time. And now you know you have people to help you, too, even if Jeralt isn't here for you to lean on.