[It was more Jeralt was too old to give a fuck about things anymore. Over three hundred years in a continent perpetually at odds with each other would turn anyone into a functional alcoholic.]

Yes. Claude taught me the importance of morale, so this is a good opportunity to reenergise those that were beginning to flag. We cannot be combat effective if we lack fighting spirit.

[Byleth was including himself in that. He had spent his first two months in Kenos in a depressive rut before Claude, and whoever his mystery blind date at the masquerade had been (Claude), had delivered a swift kick up his rear and made him realise moping about wasn't going to help anything.]

And I fear more fighting is to come after these recent events...