[ There's something so adorably sweet and sincere about Corrin's statement that it actually makes Byleth's cheeks warm a bit. It must be truly wonderful to be loved like that, and she wonders just who the men are that her male counterpart is sharing his bed with. Are they familiar faces from Fódlan or are they strangers to her?

His quirky behavior earns a dry chuckle and she shakes her head. ]

You haven't ruined the mood. Come on--let's get you a glass of water.

[ Preferably one that isnt drugged.

Standing, Byleth leaves her drinks and picks up the clutch of eggs that she's collected since her arrival, all bundled up in her coat. ]

You don't have anywhere I could keep these for now, do you? Just until I find a place of my own.