Knowing that Byleth was waiting lends greater speed to Edelgard's washing and as a result the older woman is barely waiting five minutes before Edelgard returns, damp but scrubbed clean and smelling of soap. "There. That should be sufficient for now. Thank you for waiting, General Eisner." The term is formal and she hates having to use it, but they've both agreed on the necessity of maintaining the illusion they are Emperor and general only in public. And there is no privacy among the tents or crowds of the summit.

She takes the robe, and her fingers run slowly over Byleth's hand, brushing against her skin as she does so, a brief but important acknowledgement of affection as she stares into the other woman's eyes. And they are her eyes, the same blue that Edelgard knew and cherished, a sign that the return of that familiar, unhappy green shade was merely an unfortunate coincidence of their failure to catch the creature running loose, and not a sign of anything more serious. She slips the robe and immediately untenses, grateful for the coverage it provides.

"I think I'm quite ready to call it a day. Shall we return to the tent for the night?" She asks. Fortunately their tent-mades were few and people were coming and going at all hours of this summit. If they were lucky, they might be able to snatch a half hour to themselves, and while they couldn't unmask completely, they could at least relax more informally.