Word count: 104 words.


.4 - Byleth and Sothis and Curfews


"You're late."

Byleth starts and nearly drops his papers. Sothis is eyeing him with her hands on her hips. He wonders how long she's been waiting—and posing.

"Sorry," the professor says as he sidesteps scattered books and knick-knacks. "My session with Miss von Hresvelgr ended up running longer than I anticipated."

"Edelgard."

He stops.

"Excuse me?"

"You call her Edelgard when no one else is around," she says firmly.

"Yes, well..."

Byleth reaches for the back of his neck.

"Formalities can often change depending on the context of the—"

'Wait a minute.'

Sothis flinches at the finger that thwacks her forehead.

"Stop spying."