Dimitri doesn't answer for a few moments. He's catching his breath, trying not to remember how to speak with all of his nerves still firing off. He leans into Byleth with a slow, soft exhale and a nod.
"Yes... yes, I'm fine. It was just - you're a lot sometimes, dearest."
"Thank you for being patient with me. Hmm, sorry to push you so hard." He takes a moment to clean them both up and make them presentable again, fixing poor Dimitri's hair and rumpled clothes.
"There we are, good as new. No one is the wiser. Very good oath-taking I might add."
"I'm... I'm alright," Dimitri murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle against Byleth's hand. He's breathing hard, looking more than a little rumpled and used up.
"And I have to credit the Archbishop for my excellent oath-taking. I couldn't do it without you."
He gets one more kiss on the cheek before Byleth helps him up and pulls him into a hug.
"You're forgetting the after-dark post-oath-taking ceremony I think." There is definitely no such thing. "Come on, lets get back out there and look like we did what we were supposed to, shall we?"
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"Yes... yes, I'm fine. It was just - you're a lot sometimes, dearest."
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"There we are, good as new. No one is the wiser. Very good oath-taking I might add."
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"And I have to credit the Archbishop for my excellent oath-taking. I couldn't do it without you."
Cheeky.
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"You're forgetting the after-dark post-oath-taking ceremony I think." There is definitely no such thing. "Come on, lets get back out there and look like we did what we were supposed to, shall we?"