[ ...Oh, that's huge. Alear tends to be more modest-sized in his transformation, but he doesn't mind this outcome. Rather, he's deeply awed and impressed about the effects of Byleth's Nabatean blood combined with his own magic.

One of his hands reaches out towards Byleth's snout, hoping Byleth has still retained his consciousness through the transformation, though Alear can't imagine why he wouldn't. Everyone who's used Tiki's bracelet has managed to still keep their sense of self on the battlefield. ]

You make a really pretty dragon. Not that you aren't pretty all the time...

[ Another nervous chuckle. Yeah, that was probably too much. ]

I mean, I think the transformation worked well for you. If you're not too uncomfortable, would you mind giving me a ride to our destination?

[ It would be easier than walking on foot the whole way there, and Byleth should practice flight a bit before battle. ]