[Byleth didn't react to the shout, Hayame's frustration and anger washing over him like water over a duck's back. He simply gave the mental impression of blinking slowly, like a cat.
He was used to hot tempers and angry worriers, as the majority of mercenaries tended to be passionate, hot-blooded pack animals that bonded intensely to the few who survived more than a few battles with them. Hayame yelling didn't really register as yelling, just normal levels of "I am worried about my friend and I will make sure everyone knows this while putting up a tough front".
So he let Hayame shout, patiently waiting, until she suggested they went to the Tree.]
Very well. I'll meet you there, then. Will you be departing now?
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He was used to hot tempers and angry worriers, as the majority of mercenaries tended to be passionate, hot-blooded pack animals that bonded intensely to the few who survived more than a few battles with them. Hayame yelling didn't really register as yelling, just normal levels of "I am worried about my friend and I will make sure everyone knows this while putting up a tough front".
So he let Hayame shout, patiently waiting, until she suggested they went to the Tree.]
Very well. I'll meet you there, then. Will you be departing now?