[Byleth is terrible with children. Then again, he wonders (while he still can) if he would also be this atrocious at carrying someone else if he had to move quickly? Maybe he would carry a child under the arm, too.
He continues to hang there without struggle, knowing that kicking up a fuss would make things worse. He glances in the direction where Byleth whips around, watching... the inner lining of the tunnel erupt into hot mud.
Amazing.]
You are small.
[Says the even tinier D. These ants really could step on him and snap him in half.]
We should keep going up. More workers will be waiting.
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He continues to hang there without struggle, knowing that kicking up a fuss would make things worse. He glances in the direction where Byleth whips around, watching... the inner lining of the tunnel erupt into hot mud.
Amazing.]
You are small.
[Says the even tinier D. These ants really could step on him and snap him in half.]
We should keep going up. More workers will be waiting.