[soon as she sits, byleth is leaning forward just so she can look into dimitri's face. he hides away behind a hand that attempts to ease the pain of a likely migraine away. she reaches up — her hand over his — in an attempt to be soothing.]

[she... is not sure of what to say, truth be told. sleeping has never been much of an issue for her, but rather the opposite, at times, meaning that she slept quicker and easier than others. unless she decided to deny herself of it, of course.]

There is much on your shoulders. Everyone is on edge and restless the closer we draw to Enbarr.

[it hangs over them, like a swinging guillotine in the dark. they don't know when exactly it will strike, but they know that it will come down on them at some point. that doesn't really help at all, for as much as they are preparing themselves.]

[her hand drops and rests, instead, on his lap.]

Dimitri, [softly] what if you shared your pain? When restless over a job, my father would speak a lot of it the days leading up to it. At the time I thought it was him being old and silly [haha] but now I see he simply voiced his troubles.

[it's somewhat sad, in retrospect, just how much more she has learned about caring and compassion, now that she's been surrounded by people who admire her and love her. she wishes she could have had a chance to have this kind of newfound sympathy when speaking with jeralt.]

Allow me to share the weight you carry. [a light smile] I am strong enough to carry you, as you know.