Through the Night

"Your hands are so warm... Have they always been?”Byleth’s hand was small in his but her grip was strong, the message clear even without words: I will never let you go. She was his anchor in the storm and he clung to her, wanting desperately for the words to be true. Dimitri dropped his head and gently pressed his face to her hand. The touch of it soothed the chill and ache in his head, just a little. Her thumb stroked the curve of his cheek, the same side as his ruined eye, with a tenderness that burned him. He didn’t deserve such things, not from her. Especially not from her.--Takes place directly after that scene in the rain. Spoilers for Dimitri and Byleth's A-support conversation.