[Behind the underdweller pair, Hubert passes by—and freezes when his casual glance happens upon Byleth. His entire demeanor changes, going rigid and winding with tension as his eyes dart quickly from the Professor, the Witch, the Turnskin, and back again.]
[And then his eyes slide across the relic at her waist, not completely hidden by the borrowed cloak. That blood. His eyes flick rapidly up to her hair then back to the blade. The blood crusted on the sword was green.]
[He only knew one thing that bled like that.]
[And then the fight-or-flight tension evaporates from the mage's shoulders. His voice rises with the casual (but heavy) authority Hubert's accustomed to wielding.]
Thank you—that is enough. I will escort her to her partner.
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[And then his eyes slide across the relic at her waist, not completely hidden by the borrowed cloak. That blood. His eyes flick rapidly up to her hair then back to the blade. The blood crusted on the sword was green.]
[He only knew one thing that bled like that.]
[And then the fight-or-flight tension evaporates from the mage's shoulders. His voice rises with the casual (but heavy) authority Hubert's accustomed to wielding.]
Thank you—that is enough. I will escort her to her partner.