[Byleth had been busy collecting said grass, an endeavour that was harder than it should be with how staggeringly tall the blades were. They were their equivalent of trees now, but thankfully not as sturdy as one, as Byleth had been able to rip them down with his bare hands... it just took considerably more effort.
The reason why? To shore up his shelter and to collect the equivalent of 'firewood' that wasn't damp moss. He was in the process of tidying up the small pile of grass he'd collected so far when he heard someone approach his camp. It was only because he recognised the gait as human, rather than the skittering of an insect or the thunderous thumping of a squirrel or dormouse, that he didn't startle.]
...Mamoru. Hello.
[He straightened up, planting his hands on his hips as he studied the other man.]
Are you looking for a place to rest? I'm more than happy to share my hearth with you.
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The reason why? To shore up his shelter and to collect the equivalent of 'firewood' that wasn't damp moss. He was in the process of tidying up the small pile of grass he'd collected so far when he heard someone approach his camp. It was only because he recognised the gait as human, rather than the skittering of an insect or the thunderous thumping of a squirrel or dormouse, that he didn't startle.]
...Mamoru. Hello.
[He straightened up, planting his hands on his hips as he studied the other man.]
Are you looking for a place to rest? I'm more than happy to share my hearth with you.
[Metaphorical hearth, that is.]