[Oh. Oh no. The praise actually resonates with her much more than she thought it would. It makes her feel warm, affectionate, and all around... bashful. Most of her life any achievements were not worth praising. "The best" was expected, and anything less unacceptable. Genuine praise is... probably one of the reasons she grew soft on Byleth much faster than she had any reason to.
And now Claude, a man who she found always admirably (and frustratingly) clever praises her. How could she not feel something from it? Her hand in his hair leaves for softer ventures. Like drawing mindless patterns on his chest while she peppers kisses from that hickey all the way up to his jawline. Edelgard dares not speak anything in response for fear of her voice wavering and giving her away.]
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And now Claude, a man who she found always admirably (and frustratingly) clever praises her. How could she not feel something from it? Her hand in his hair leaves for softer ventures. Like drawing mindless patterns on his chest while she peppers kisses from that hickey all the way up to his jawline. Edelgard dares not speak anything in response for fear of her voice wavering and giving her away.]