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He’d spent a while gathering his bearings after facing the brunt of the storm. His outfit had been properly soaked all over, so when the Knight finally makes it back onto estate land, he must wear whatever clothes the Viscount is willing to spare.
… A basic tunic and pants. Jeralt is a bit surprised that a noble would store something this simple, but he’s not complaining.
What he could use now is some water. He hadn’t gotten much to drink since arriving here–not counting the seawater that previously threatened his mouth and nose when he was stranded at sea. When he heads over to the drinks table, he spots a familiar face. How could he not approach them after all that’s happened tonight?
“Hey, kid. Enjoying the ball?” Jeralt greets them with a slight smile, as he always does when bumping into them. “I admit, I was worried about whether you and your mother would be safe in all the rain.”
He looks down at their bracelets. Right. The charms. He did a trade with Sitri, so he might as well do the same for the kid. “A starfish from me. If we get to keep these afterwards, it’ll be a nice memento, don't you think?”
It had been a mixed-bag of a night and by now Byleth was feeling quite hot and thirsty. Even without all the dancing. Leaving the general hubbub, they headed towards the buffet tables. Seeing the drinks table they made their way straight there and grabbed a glass of water to chug.
As they were drinking a familiar voice sounded next to their ear. It was their dad. Holding up a finger as they polished off their drink, Byleth placed the now empty glass back on the table.
"Hey dad. Managed to find some time off from mercenary work?" they ask "Or did Lady Rhea order you to be here..." A little tease at the end, knowing how dedicated he was to his work.
"You taught me well. I'm capable of looking after myself" They tell him, giving him a little nudge with their shoulder both touched by his care and indignant at his unnecessary worry. Byleth took the offered charm and added it to the bracelet to complete the set, fitting it was their dad who was the missing piece.
"Thank you. Here, take mine in return" They handed over their seashell charm. "Have you had a dance with Sitri yet?" they ask "Want to make sure I'm out the way when you two want a private moment"
