[Byleth appears to be taking to it, looking so small when wrapped up in his cloak. It’s a sight that makes his heart beat erratically for what must be the third time today, and Dimitri is almost sorry that he will have to interrupt her cloak-covered reverie.

But he doesn’t have to. Suddenly, she’s moving, stranding on her chair, and he has to tilt his head up to look at her, blinking.

Then chuckles, light and disbelieving.]

Do you plan on wearing it that often? And even with the chair, you look like you are hiding inside of my cloak, Professor.