[Gavial is still looking pleased as punch despite the tense situation the two Shard-bearers find themselves faced with. Her golden gaze holds steady on Byleth as he shifts his position slightly, though she remains in one place herself, posture casual as can be despite the imposing weapon resting against her shoulder.]

Well, what d’you know. Zenith needs this thing too.

[She lifts one foot and lightly rests it atop the golden acorn, using it to roll the thing back and forth a few times.]

And I do want to fight. It’s fun.

[She straightens up a bit then, shifting her handle on the axe so that it’s held length-wise in front of her, both hands now gripping the metallic haft. She tilts her head to the side just slightly, smiling.]

So I’d say I am pretty lucky. How’s that saying go? “Two fowlbeasts with one stone”?