He returns with a few blankets and a old looking kettle, placing it on the stove and draping some of the blankets over Caspar's shoulders. The thunder does remind him of Caspar's fear, something that he remembers learning in Garreg Mach. Once the kettle is on, Byleth moves to sit down next to him, bumping his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey. It's going to be all right." He offers in his usual low monotone, but there is a certain care behind it still. "We'll have some tea and I have some bread I've baked recently and smoked fish to go with it. I'm sure you're hungry hmm?" That is a rhetorical question. He knows Caspar is hungry.

"I'm sure you have plenty of questions, so ask away."