[Hubert merely stares. It's the same searching, piercing look he used to give her all those years ago. But for all Byleth's frustration, the flickers of expression, it didn't tell Hubert anything more than it used to. In a way, he really did have to learn how to study her again.]

[In the end, Hubert heaves a sigh, dipping his head forward just enough to press a knuckle against the bridge of his nose. Everything lined up, even with all the new information. At this point, he was just searching for ghosts that weren't there.]

[He hates this roiling feeling of being uncertain and rattled.]

...I see. Regardless, your company is welcome. [A deep breath, and the tense lines of paranoia smooth from his composure. Hubert offers his usual prim bow.] These dreams always are a crude introduction to this world. The state you're in can't have made it any kinder.