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[There isn't shame in release. It is that suddenly realizes he isn't some immoveable mountain, as he has needed to be for so long. Keep walking, keep moving forward. Like this, it's as if he suddenly stops and just mourns for everything. Everything that was, that could have been. Lost chances, lost friends, lost lives. His hand forced to slay many, his hand unable to save enough.

It is a wretched thing, but he'd never wish the burden upon anyone else either. And so, it is with gratitude he is able to alleviate some of it through tears, words, and a warm embrace from a precious friend.

Roughly, he rubs his eyes, and sniffs.]

Aye. Feel like I've shriveled.

[perfectteatime]

Let's get some of that fluid back into you then.

[ Byleth pulls away reluctantly, going to fetch him some cool water to drink, and some in a bowl with a rag to soothe the redness from his face. He also takes a moment to cut a few slices of his home-made oat bread with a few squares of butter atop. ]

There we go, you get comfortable, eat some if you can, it's plain and shouldn't disagree with an upset stomach. It'll help you replenish your strength.

Take your time to get to feeling like yourself again, yes?