[she offers in return, understanding completely well that getting a cloak wasn't off the table despite dimitri's insight on her being alright in the cold. it's at a moment like this that byleth feels a strength in their connection, a feeling so bold and wonderful, urged forward by the way that he returns the hold of her hands.]
[but these feelings are muddy. she cannot pin down exactly what they are, or what they mean, other than a strong want to protect and to care for and to love.]
[and so, continuing on with a smile, she slowly pulls away from dimitri's hands and undoes the cloak from around her shoulders, carefully holding it in front of her before handing it back to its rightful owner.]
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[she offers in return, understanding completely well that getting a cloak wasn't off the table despite dimitri's insight on her being alright in the cold. it's at a moment like this that byleth feels a strength in their connection, a feeling so bold and wonderful, urged forward by the way that he returns the hold of her hands.]
[but these feelings are muddy. she cannot pin down exactly what they are, or what they mean, other than a strong want to protect and to care for and to love.]
[and so, continuing on with a smile, she slowly pulls away from dimitri's hands and undoes the cloak from around her shoulders, carefully holding it in front of her before handing it back to its rightful owner.]
Then, it is a promise, for when the war is over.