The tigress ends up leaning against Byleth while her master prattles on about silly things like poetry and papers. Though she does huff when Byleth encourages more of that.

Genesis himself seems to brighten though.

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a fresh pair of eyes on anything I’ve written. I’d happily accept that offer if you find the subject matter to your taste. My passion is for a very old, anonymous poem that tells the tale of three friends that go to war seeking a heavenly boon, and falling to different fates on their journey. It was a popular story, often made into plays and musicals each season. Though the final act had been missing since recorded history, and without an author to trace, so it became the subject of academic scrutiny.” He pauses, and then fishes into his inner coat pockets to pull out a white leather-bound book. Gold embossing spells out ‘Loveless’ on the cover.

“I keep this copy with me wherever I go. It is... an obsession, I’m sure some would say. But passions should not be stifled, in my opinion.”