Now there's a voice Byleth hasn't heard in quite some time. She launches to her feet, stopping the blade sharpening she had been busying herself with. She glances about, and then—there. Solid, standing on the ground, and naturally, arguing with someone.

Byleth moves to close the gap, moving up behind that impossible-to-miss mane of green hair, a smile steadily tugging at her lips as the girl began ranting at the instructor.

"Is this how we would have looked? It's a frightful thought, Sothis."