Sensible, of course, as could only be expected, and Dimitri nods.

"Of course. In that case... Dedue, I can only tell you one thing, for your heart is ultimately your heart, and you know it best, along with all its limits." Another soft squeeze of his hand, so delicate that it could very well not exist to some level. "There is no wrong choice here. If you think you cannot fit another into your heart, that is fine. If you think you could, but it is not Byleth, that is just as acceptable."

Another kiss, since Dedue so kindly offers his face to him. "So think for as long as you like, my marigold. There is no rush to these things."

One last kiss, and a smile. "Then... shall we get to the gardening?"