"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You've been thrown into an absolutely, honestly insane situation. Wanting some company and familiarity is the least anyone could ask for." He doesn't draw attention to the storm, hoping to distract Caspar from it as much as possible.

"Come on. I'll bring the food for you. You don't have to eat any more fish." There's a hint of a soft chuckle, probably something Caspar has never heard from him before. Picking up the dishes, and getting an extra loaf of bread for Caspar to eat in place of the fish. At least he got some protein in him. Everything is set on the side table up in his bedroom. The bed is oddly lavish compared to the rest. Covered in pillows, quilts and furs.

Byleth pulls up a very old looking rocking chair and takes a seat.