[ His gaze trails after Byleth's, and while he can't pinpoint the exact kind of feeling the image of that family had inspired, Shez can at least figure out the broader spectrum. These green-haired people, happily parading their pointy ears and sharing the blessings of their mother... they must be Nabateans, in some version of Fodlan or another. His ancestors, and directly related to the Goddess inside Byleth's mind. His family, in a way.

Whatever else is crossing his thoughts, Shez can't tell. But it's clear the middle of an Oracle trial isn't the most opportune moment to discuss it, and Byleth himself seems to realize that. ]

Right. Back to the job.

[ ... but, just because they're not talking about it, doesn't mean he can't leave Byleth to his thoughts for a moment longer, to breathe in the scenery and the people a moment longer, keep a memory if nothing else. At the very least, the locals don't seem hostile, and though the guards may not look too friendly, an all-out fight is unlikely to break out. In which case-- ]

Say, those guys don't look all that menacing, but it's probably best if we can avoid drawing attention to us, right? So, how about you keep them distracted while I go inside? Y'know, maybe chat'em up or something?

[ Not that... Byleth is usually the communicative type, but maybe the atmosphere will inspire him? Call it divine inspiration, so to speak. ]