[Hubert falls quiet. He had his doubts, but it wouldn't do to so openly question Leslie after such words. He never was good at wearing praise; so, Hubert lays a hand briefly across his chest and inclining his head, as much of a suggestion of a bow as he could provide with the space between them.]

It was the least I could afford you. Even had you not been Edelgard's ward, I had no reason to bear ill-will towards you, and drive and courage such as yours deserves every opportunity it was denied.

[Which was sidestepping, perhaps. Another silent moment.] Will you truly be alright?