Seteth shuts her eyes, trying to avoid thinking about anything unholy, but the feel of Byleth's delicate hands through his hair is surely making it hard for him to concentrate.
❝ Why would I want to sit in your room on my own? ❞
Asked Seteth with one brow raised, still not softening the grip of Ben's wrist.
❝ Don't be a fool, now. If something happened to you while I could have avoided it I would never forgive myself. ❞
As soon as Ben tries to get up, Seteth swiftly grabs his wrist, not allowing him to move any further to the door.
❝ I'll close up the window shutter if the light is what is bothering you. Now please, lay down again. ❞
He said all of this with his gaze still on Ben's eyes.
Seteth sighed. Ben trying to trick him into whatever he was trying was somewhat awkwardly endearing, but the holy man wouldn't let any priest to go down under his watch.
❝ I have slept quite well, for your information. Contrary to you, who shall rest right now. ❞