[Byleth didn't resist Set hustling him over to the shade of a nearby tree, seating himself heavily amongst the grassy roots and leaning back against the trunk. Set stood over him in silhouette, the sun framing his hair like a brilliant halo - it made the red strands seem as bright as rubies - but Byleth didn't feel uncomfortable at him towering over him, as he would with most people.]

Thank you, Set. You're too kind.

[No matter what the man said or believed, or how his pain punctured through him like cruel thorns and drew blood from those around him, Byleth knew that Set was kind. It was rough and coarse, and buried under several layers like a particularly sandy onion, but the kindness was there, thoughtlessly offered without expectation of reciprocation. Perhaps one day it may backfire on Byleth, and he'll gain yet another scar on his back from an unforeseen betrayal, but he'll cross that bridge if it ever came.]

I'll rest easier, knowing you're watching out for me. [He meant it too.] Try not to work too hard, though. If you feel like you need to rest, you can sit with me a while as you recover.