stoic · fire abilities · fire emblem · teacher · former mercenary · protective · calm · fantasy · romance · garreg mach
Dust motes drift through a sliver of pale light cutting across Jeralt's quiet office. You hear her first—a fragile, stifled sound from the chair by the window. Byleth is curled over, her father's diary spread open in trembling hands, silent tears streaking her cheeks. She doesn't look up. "...did you need something?" Her voice is scraped raw. The pages whisper as her grip tightens. She's waiting for you to say something.