[ In that case, better hope he's happy to hear Shez's Long Suffering Sigh-- you know, the kind he reserves especially for such cases of on-brand weirdness, fond and exasperated in equal measure. Sometimes one must pick his battles. ]

I know enough, I guess. [ And in the spirit of battle-picking, he tugs at the end of his cape and brushes some muffin crumbs off Byleth's face with it. Maybe his trip to Highstorm (and some ugly looks he got there) had made more of an impression on his notion of manners than he figured... ] Our world and everyone we know allegedly is gone, but we're somehow saved and supposed to choose between these two factions at war. That Cyrus guy has promised to restore it, whereas Yima has offered to rebuild it anew.

[ That seems to be the gist of it, and if he sounds painfully pragmatic about it, it's because processing all of this -- without Arval's help, no less -- has been draining, and taken a toll on his emotions. He'll bounce back, eventually, but for now he just needs to be anywhere but in his feelings.

(At least fussing over Byleth gives him something else to focus on.) ]

I met Yuri soon after I got here, and he told me you both have been here for months. Can't really say I've wrapped my head around any of that just yet, but that about covers it, huh?