[Sothis grimaced. 'A part of him', as if she was naught but a fragmentary piece, or an auxiliary to the whole that was Byleth. To argue the point would be splitting hairs, however, so she let the insulting comment pass by without bringing attention to it.]

Safe and sheltered... well, if that is how you wish to see it.

[No one was safe or sheltered here. Byleth was doing the equivalent of hiding under the covers - self-soothing for a child against imaginary monsters, an utterly pathetic defence against a true threat.]

This place is hostile to us, and the ritual invasive. There is nowhere safe here.