[ It works out, for the better. The flowers that Set has grown through his Meridian-gifted power and his own divinity ought to not be left to strangle and choke the life of the crops of Alenroux; they were poisonous things, born from centuries of effort on Osiris's part, fashioned from Set's own — well, body. They would do no good for anyone, let alone the land upon which they were growing. To see them burnt away by Byleth's skillful application of flame, to see the ash that has been left behind in its wake?
That loosens the knot in his stomach. In turn, he is able to loosen his grasp on Byleth, and put an arm's length of distance back between them, though he keeps his hand clutching loosely at Byleth's upper arm — to steady him? to steady himself? ]
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That loosens the knot in his stomach. In turn, he is able to loosen his grasp on Byleth, and put an arm's length of distance back between them, though he keeps his hand clutching loosely at Byleth's upper arm — to steady him? to steady himself? ]
Good work.
[ "Thank you", he might actually mean. ]