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1.
Byleth, being the practical dragon she is, often shrinks herself down to a small, cat-sized dragon so she can fit into cozy spots for napping. The problem? She picks the worst places.
One time, she curled up inside Edelgard’s desk drawer. The next morning, Edelgard opened it to grab a quill and found a tiny, snoozing dragon blinking up at her. Another time, she slithered into Dimitri’s scarf during winter, treating it like a personal nest. He nearly had a heart attack when it started breathing.
Claude, of course, finds endless entertainment in this. He once found her sleeping in a bookshelf, wedged between History of Fódlan and Advanced Archery. Naturally, he closed the shelf and waited to see how long it would take for her to get out. (Answer: three hours. Byleth was too comfortable to move.)
Seteth, meanwhile, is constantly stressed. Byleth keeps sneaking into official meetings in tiny dragon form, perching somewhere warm—like Flayn’s head. Everyone is too scared to wake her, so Flayn just sits there, stiff as a board, while Byleth purrs away.
And then there's Edelgard, who wakes up one night to find a small dragon Byleth curled up on her stomach, wings twitching slightly in sleep. As much as she’d like to complain… she can’t bring herself to move.
2.
Byleth’s priorities: 1. Sleep. 2. Eat. 3. Everything else is optional.
When a war meeting where everyone is deep in discussion about battle strategies. Claude is mapping out routes, Dimitri is talking formations, and Edelgard is debating supply lines—meanwhile, there’s a tiny dragon Byleth on the table, curled up in a perfect circle, snoring. Nobody dares to wake her because last time they did, she groggily set fire to some important documents.
Then there’s meal time. Byleth, in her small dragon form, perches on Edelgard’s shoulder, watching her plate with laser focus. If Edelgard so much as looks away for a second, half her food is gone. Dimitri tries to be polite and share, but then he realizes his entire plate has been swiped. Claude just laughs and starts placing food around the room like a scavenger hunt to see how fast Byleth collects it.
And bedtime? Edelgard has given up. She knows if she locks her door, Byleth will just slip through the window. No matter what, she wakes up with a small dragon curled up either on her stomach, around her neck like a scarf, or burrowed in her blankets like a nest. At this point, she just accepts it.
Seteth, though? Absolutely losing his mind. He walks into the cathedral one morning and finds Byleth sleeping on top of the Goddess statue. Again. How did she even get up there?! Why is she so comfortable in the most inconvenient places?!