Jade Fern Grove the broken, beating heart

Byleth was quiet, for a moment. He took a deep inhale, just in case, but puffed it out in a short, huffing breath, as though he was thinking what to say.

Maybe. He answered, though he knew that if he had the chance, this place would be his own. He liked it here, it soothed a part of his soul he didn’t know he still had. He looked back to the woman.

Byleth. He said with a short flick of his tail. This was how to socialize, he was assuming.