That's right - you said you had Wyverns in your world. If you flew them, I'd love to learn more.

[Absolutely. Anything to get himself into the air more often. Maybe that's what he needs, after all.]

[He's... really not sure what's going on. And ends up staring sort of dumbly at Byleth in return.]

Is - there something on my face? [A beat.] Besides the uh. [He lifts his hand, gesturing at the scarring over his nose.]