Byleth all but melts into the embrace, drawing a deep breath without opening her eyes at first when they break away. She pulls Edelgard close, letting her rest her head against her as the two of them stand there. Finally, though, she shifts to sit on the bed without pulling away, guiding her Emperor to follow her in the movement.

"It's all right, El," Byleth murmurs, rubbing aimless patterns on her back. Of course, the ring has weight for them both, but... "That's not your fault. We're both here. We're all right. Everything else is just detail." Ring or no ring, the promise behind it holds. She tilts her head down, pressing a kiss into Edelgard's hair. Her partner can take as much time as she needs.