As Byleth slides off the fence, Madeline takes up the shield and falls into step next to him, resting her axe on her shoulder for ease of transport. She looks over her shoulder back at the village.

"Good to know." She'll have to remember the location; could make a useful staging ground for further expeditions. "My village back home did a lot of trade via barter." So that won't be an issue, it's what Madeline is actually used to. A helping hand usually went a long way too, and that also came easy to her.

Madeline glances towards the pack on Byleth's back. He wears it like someone used to being on the road. Well, he did say he'd raised as a mercenary. "Do you spend a lot of time out here? I heard the segments could be quite dangerous for someone on their own."