[Byleth's sprinting pace slowed to a far more leisurely jog (which was a sprint by a human's standards), his sword still held up slightly at the ready as he did a quick scan of his surroundings. The controlled plasma that he had wreathed the metal of his blade in had dissipated, leaving the metal slightly shiny and iridescent in places. That'll come out once he cleaned the blade.]

For now, yes. I'll continue to put some space between us.

[He paused briefly to sheathe his blade, and then resumed jogging.]

Which camp should I bring you to, Little D? Zenith or Meridian?