[Soon after, within the day, Byleth might come home to a wrapped parcel leaned against his door. When he opens it, he'll find a small oil portrait of Captain Jeralt, half-turned in profile and smirking at a table with blurred figures of other mercenaries, in a tavern or dining hall, based on the lighting.]
Dear Byleth,
You did very nicely, and she's very cute. Thank you very much. You pulled the thread a little too hard at the start of stitching it up and overcompensated towards the end, it looks like. It gives her character.
[Insert a few scribbled out lines here, indecipherable.]
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Dear Byleth,
You did very nicely, and she's very cute. Thank you very much. You pulled the thread a little too hard at the start of stitching it up and overcompensated towards the end, it looks like. It gives her character.
[Insert a few scribbled out lines here, indecipherable.]
I hope I got the details right.
Best wishes,
Bernadetta