Dimitri does not say such things out loud, however, or as jubilantly as the feels in his chest. Instead, he just presses close against Byleth's body, and wraps his arms around his lover. A kiss, there against the shell of his ear.
And then, when they arrive...
His hand press down on Byleth somewhat, encouraging him to stay where he is while Dimitri slips down off of Karimala's back. Settling down there in the shallows and the sand, he goes down to one knee, and looks up to where Byleth sits so beautifully. Delicately, carefully, he takes one foot in palm and presses his forehead to it.
"Then... May I the blessing of carrying you back home, my blessing?"
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Romance.
He can do that!
Dimitri does not say such things out loud, however, or as jubilantly as the feels in his chest. Instead, he just presses close against Byleth's body, and wraps his arms around his lover. A kiss, there against the shell of his ear.
And then, when they arrive...
His hand press down on Byleth somewhat, encouraging him to stay where he is while Dimitri slips down off of Karimala's back. Settling down there in the shallows and the sand, he goes down to one knee, and looks up to where Byleth sits so beautifully. Delicately, carefully, he takes one foot in palm and presses his forehead to it.
"Then... May I the blessing of carrying you back home, my blessing?"