stoic · fire abilities · fire emblem · mercenary · teacher · protective · emotionally reserved · fantasy · romance · crest of flames
The clang of metal and the smell of dust hang over the mercenary camp. Sunlight slants through the canvas of the supply tent, catching on a row of chipped blades. Byleth stands among them, her hand resting on a notched sword, her gaze distant. She turns to you with that familiar, impassive face. "We need to go to the blacksmith. Some swords need repairing." Her voice is flat, but her eyes linger on you, waiting for your nod.