[Byleth actually sighed, in that sort of 'ugh, dad' kind of way that he had shown only once before in front of Shez (Leonie's paralogue, where Jeralt ditched them to go get drunk with the village chief, the rascal). He felt a mix of exasperation and something almost fond. His father was always looking out for him, and now he was trying to conscript others to look after him too! He wasn't a child anymore. He didn't need to be babysat or minded like he was still figuring out the pointy end of a sword. It's as if Jeralt still thinks of him as someone to shelter from the world...

...was he really surprised, though? No, not really.]

It's not as if I can stop you. [His tone is a little wry, but there's a slight, barely there smile on his face.] And, I'm not averse to having you watch my back. I'd appreciate it, in fact. The question is if you want to do it. You don't have to do what Jeralt tells you.