Oh that? That is a lovely smile. It makes Byleth look even more handsome, honestly. It probably shouldn't be legal to be this worked up over a smile, or have his heart feel like it wants to pop out of its chest.

Maybe he really is rusty.

The hug is returned, just as tightly. His face ends up buried in Byleth's shoulder for a moment, caught up in everything, enjoying this. Too happy to actually speak. Hopefully it comes across in the hug.

"Oh-!" He... does not actually let go. Just pulls back enough to look at the sky. The little streaks of light like rain. "Here's hoping there's a Minior up there!"