Byleth's content to walk in silence with Edelgard while she collects her thoughts, glancing up to the streetlamps on the quiet path they've found themselves on. That ever-present curiosity buzzes. She wonders what powers them, whether the fae use different methods than Camelot, whether it's magic or technology or both. Still, when Edelgard speaks again, she listens, feeling as her face slowly warms.

When her wife finally turns to face her, and places her hand over her heart... she's almost sure that she feels her own beat erratically in response. Byleth stands there, stunned and lovestruck, before finally turning her hand over to twine her fingers with Edelgard's. "We will. Always," she agrees at last, leaning down to press her lips to the Emperor's. It's not the chaste and quick sort of kiss they might normally share when at risk of being seen, but they're only two people among a strange world here. Byleth feels fine about pushing this if Edelgard does.