This Forged, Cobbled Path

Byleth chanced another glance at the four wolves, wondering what they thought. Wondering if this was all feasible, or even worth it.

They all looked shocked, but Balthus was grinning ear-to-ear amid that shock, clearly pleased by the idea. Constance seemed less certain, her face twitching between a grimace and giddiness that just might outshine Balthus’s. Hapi, she looked even more uncertain, was even frowning, but there was a light within that frown, and an unbreathing focus, like she anticipated a fallout but could not help but hope.

And Yuri, he was just staring, as unblinking as Hapi, but steady. Waiting.

Byleth turned their head back to Rhea, but their eyes remained fixed on Yuri. “Actually, I was thinking something else.”

Yuri’s brow twitched up, and as Byleth explained, his mouth curled into a smirk.

In the wake of their escape from the Abyss, Byleth has a suggestion that shakes the whole church on its foundations, and may just change the course of history.