Byleth takes one of his hands, turning it over in his own and tracing the lines on his palm.

"I think you did, for what it's worth. We all did the best we could." A kiss is pressed to his fingertips. It will never cease to be amazing, to be given this kind of affection. It's beautiful and so much softer than most of the things he's had in his life. He's fallen rather easily into giving this casual kind of affection. Maybe one of those things he's naturally good at. He likes to think that at least. He'd rather be regarded as a love bug than a demon any day.

"I missed you a lot, too. Especially after the war when things were so quiet and you left with Dimitri." He huffs an amused sound, "I thought I'd chase you both to Faerghus."