[Someone needs to teach Byleth how to speak to women. Or, at least how to speak to women like Midna. One ought to never tell her she looks worse for wear, but given that he doesn't even know how old he is, the princess of Twilight suspects that there are probably quite a few more things that he just doesn't know as much as she thinks he should.

He can live.

But she doesn't have to like how truthful his statement likely is. Huffing out a breath of disdain, or disapproval, or something akin to displeasure, Midna lifts a hand to flick at some loose orange and blonde hanging down over her collar.]

I'm not a charitable person, but this little piece of advice I'll offer you for free. Don't tell women when they look 'worse for wear.' You'll live longer.

[She'll get to the rest of what he's said in a moment. First thing's first—education!]