[He doesn't stop him from that. It's almost beneath his notice, except for the fact that nothing truly is.]
[His hair is thick in the strands, densely follicled, plus expectantly soft. Impossibly soft. It begins to fall out of its braid immediately as soon as the tie is loose. His hair smells faintly herbal, like a cross between rosemary and patchouli. An odd Amaurotine plant, perhaps.]
[Hythlodaeus traces the scars on his chest with a finger, gazing at Byleth, eyes flicking between scarring and intense eye contact.]
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[His hair is thick in the strands, densely follicled, plus expectantly soft. Impossibly soft. It begins to fall out of its braid immediately as soon as the tie is loose. His hair smells faintly herbal, like a cross between rosemary and patchouli. An odd Amaurotine plant, perhaps.]
[Hythlodaeus traces the scars on his chest with a finger, gazing at Byleth, eyes flicking between scarring and intense eye contact.]
Your heart is still there, you know.