[byleth ends up putting an arm around his waist when he does lean into her, pressing her head to him in some form of embrace. like this, and her hand under his, she feels a sense of intimacy that belongs to no one but them — no one else gets to be as close to dimitri, and it makes her want to protect him even more, to envelop him with the certainty that while not everything may be fixed, there is room for peace and calm.]

Nightmares are fears we try not to give a name to while we are awake. I could never look at you with hate, even if our paths weren't aligned together.

[this much she knows as truth — despite her obvious feelings for him, now.]

You are the only one left.

[how many had they lost in this war? even those close to dimitri, like rodrigue, a fatherly figure. he was always alone from the start, and even now it must feel like he's piling up more and more deaths for his own sake. she turns her head upwards, to glance at him, still pressed into him—her bangs messy under his chin.]

Many have done what they have because they love you. They do not seek your demise.