[There was a bit of a pause where Byleth blinked at Alear owlishly, as if thoroughly puzzled by his frantic energy. Though his lungs still ached, and he likely was going to have a sore throat for most of this engagement until he could heal himself, his combat effectiveness wasn't impacted majorly.]

I'm fine. I was just disorientated.

[Just ignore how his voice came out all husky. He gently extracted himself from Alear's grip, standing under his own power, and gave himself a bit of a shake. There was no alarm or concern in his posture, even with the new wave of skeletons shambling towards them. He just gave them a considering look and hmm'd, like he trying to think of a proper way to tackle the organisation of the pantry rather than a combat strategy.]

Well, their only advantage is numbers. Alear, let us fight back to back. I will be able to use my spells more effectively if I know where you are.

[Friendly fire is a thing outside of the musou games sadly]