Yes. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. I accept and return your feelings, Dimitri.

[Dimitri's hands were warm, and large enough that they practically covered his more petite ones. Byleth squeezed them back, and let out a quiet, amused sound.]

Your hands are very warm. [Hadn't Dimitri said the same words to him, in what felt like eons ago?] ...though, that may be the blizzard affecting my ability to judge temperature.

[Everything about Dimitri felt warm compared to the punishing cold outside of the little pocket of warmth in their snow cave. Reminded of it, Byleth huddled closer, until it really just the layer of armour and cloth that separated them.]