That's a great idea, Shez. The design would certainly stick out in people's memories.

[As he spoke, Byleth used his returned dagger to diligently etch their stylised initials into his whistle. The precise movements of his dagger made it seem like he'd always known how to draw that shape, rather than him only just learning it by eyeballing Shez carving it less than a few minutes ago. He's alarmingly quick at learning...]

And... it's a nice thought, isn't it?

[His voice quietened slightly, and he paused to gently blow the wood shavings off his whistle, rubbing his thumb over the carved lines.]

Us running a mercenary company together, I mean.