[ Shez watches with a smile as Byleth hunkers down with his carving job, happy that his impromptu little idea has been so well received-- or, well, the banner deal had been a spur of the moment thing, anyway. But as for everything else-- ]

Doesn't have to be just a nice thought, you know.

[ His gaze drops to the whistle in his palm, conveniently busy with inspecting his handiwork one final time, lest he would risk a hint of self-consciousness color his features. Still, he carries on. ]

I never gave much thought to what I'd do after the war was over back home, but the truth is I don't really see myself settling down in the Kingdom or much of anywhere else. But, as much I like travelling the land and going where the wind takes me, doing it on my own... That wouldn't really be fun anymore.

[ Or: he doesn't want to be alone again, not after he's grown to cherish these deep bonds with people. Can't just say it like that, though, that'd be terribly uncool of him. ]

'Course, most of my friends have obligations back in the Kingdom, can't really ask them to keep pace with me. But you're a merc, too, and I know you like that wandering life just as much, so--

[ The whistle's twine dangles from his splayed fingers in a loose circle, held over Byleth's head in offering. ]

What do you say? When this is all over, wanna go see that world we're fighting to save together?