[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]
I think this is better, personally.
[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.
Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]
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[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]
I think this is better, personally.
[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.
Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]