[During that suspicious pause where Claude was very clearly wrestling with something, even if Byleth was oblivious as to what, Byleth undid his greave, kicked off his boots, and made himself comfortable on his bed. With his pillows cushioning his back against the headrest, and Clauddles resting half on his lap, Byleth got to work taming the claws his fingernails had become. If he let them get any sharper he was going to start wrecking his gloves... ]

She seemed fine to me. There were no discernible injuries, and she was as impassive as ever.

[Byleth, calling someone else impassive.]

She admitted that she was in no mood to spar, however, implying an inability to hold back her strength. Likely due to frustration, but that's not surprising considering our recent loss. Nothing was amiss in our conversation as we discussed one of her weapons: the naginata - which was interesting, if you haven't seen it yet. But, when I raised the possibility of inviting you to our training, she seemed...

[Byleth fished for the proper word.]

...tense.