[oh wow, when was the last time he's had aftercare that he wasn't handling himself? sizhui blinks once, twice, mouth agape as he's momentarily taken aback, but he shakes his head and gestures toward a cubby tucked into the nearest corner with some handtowels stacked on it.] One of those is fine. [only then does he prop a bit more upright, watching intently as byleth gets up.]
...th-thank you, Byleth. [why else does he say? he's a bit bashful now.]
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...th-thank you, Byleth. [why else does he say? he's a bit bashful now.]