[Byleth, honestly, was immune to the stench. While he had a strong sense of smell, living in the wilderness amongst mercenaries who hadn't looked at a bar of soap since starting their career had desensitised him to the smell of sweat, grime and spilled insides. He just blinked slowly at Joshua, his satchel of ill-gotten gains open on his lap where it was full to bursting with pilfered food.]
Hm? I see nothing wrong with your present state.
[Yes. Nothing wrong with someone standing around coated in filth and grime. Byleth clearly meant it too, his gaze slowly looking Joshua up and down before he turned back to his satchel. Next to him was also a plate, and it seemed he was... ah, playing Tetris in trying to fit more food into a satchel already overflowing.]
Sit wherever you like. You look like you need the rest, stranger.
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Hm? I see nothing wrong with your present state.
[Yes. Nothing wrong with someone standing around coated in filth and grime. Byleth clearly meant it too, his gaze slowly looking Joshua up and down before he turned back to his satchel. Next to him was also a plate, and it seemed he was... ah, playing Tetris in trying to fit more food into a satchel already overflowing.]
Sit wherever you like. You look like you need the rest, stranger.