"You can draw?" Sothis asked, her ethereal form that only Byleth could see hovering over his shoulder.
"You didn't know that? I thought that you could read my mind."
Sothis frowned at his remark, but as she peered down at the paper on his desk her eyebrows raised. "I recognize her; the busy one that you're so smitten with. Oh, what's her name..." She snapped her fingers. "Annette, that's it."
"I am not smitten with her." He replied.
"You enjoy being around her," She replied simply. "Your breath becomes shallow when she is present, and you lose focus as well."
"That doesn't mean that I am smitten with her." He defended, although his cheeks began to redden.
"You cannot deny it. As you said, our minds are one," Sothis pointed out. "But I would know even if they were not. You say that you are not smitten, but here you sit making sketches of her like a lovesick child."
Byleth's only response was to crumble up a piece of paper and toss it over his shoulder at the small girl.
