Byleth simply shrugs. The chair doesn't break and well... that's that. Taking his handkerchief again, he goes about cleaning the rest of the sand on him.

"Mmm. You're probably going to have a little bit of a burn on your chest and face... nothing too bad though. Just a bit tender for a while. I have some salve at home I can give you to relieve the soreness and itching." His fingers very lightly touch the pink patches on his skin, tilting his head to examine him for anything more serious.

"If you want to ask me anything, I am an open book. Or I can help you locate a place to stay if you don't have one, and don't want to stay with me."