Byleth watches her for a moment, happy to see her lover so content. Her fingers in her hair slow, as she aims to commit everything about this instant to memory; she hums warmly in agreement with the sentiment when it comes. "I know, little flower." she murmurs softly, giving the Emperor a brief squeeze as they lie there together.

She does blink in surprise when Edelgard suddenly opens her eyes and gives her that look. Uh-oh. What could have just jumped to mind, what new problem could there be? Then, of course, it's nothing. She laughs, genuinely, curling forward a little to pull her closer.

"I might be disappointed otherwise. You deserve only the best, after all. Any other romantic wishes I might fulfill, so long as we're making a list?"