[ She doesn't know her birthday. Yuri considers that as he listens to the rest of what she has to say. It's no wonder that she finds such celebrations foreign. He doesn't know if this is because she's Jinba, though it may well be so, considering what little he knows of how her people are treated where she hails from.

A shame, he feels, when he's come to think she could use more bright moments in this warrior life of hers. ]

You may not know yours, but that just means you get to decide. Byleth gauges his age by how tall he was at the time — safe bet he doesn't know his either.

[ In that case, however, Yuri suspects he does. Between his unfortunate dealings with Aelfric and Byleth's own account of what he knew of his mother, the year had to be the one recorded on her grave. As for the date...certain records would suggest some time before there was a fire at the monastery. It isn't something Yuri has mentioned as of yet, because if he did, he'd have to mention the mad churchman. This place is rife with enough stress as it stands.

In Hayame's case, Yuri has no such knowledge to draw upon. So far as he knows, Fódlan is bereft of her kind. Harsh as his world can be, he considers hers worse off without question. But there's a certain freedom in not knowing, if one wants to stay positive. She could choose a day of her liking. Maybe he'll suggest it when she's got energy enough to scoff at him.

For now, he sets the thought aside, moving his damp cloak out of the way to continue his work. ]

Those are both fine choices. Were your gestures received well?

[ He distinctly recalls how concerned she was about somehow failing, though he has no doubt someone close enough to warrant Hayame inquiring publicly via communion would be happy with anything she chose. The thought truly does matter, after all. ]