[ Byleth's reaction was more than Yuri had anticipated, quiet as it was. He'd hoped that his fellow mercenary would like the idea, of course, but it was almost as though he wasn't accustomed to being given little things like that.

Since Byleth had grown up working as a mercenary, Yuri supposed it was as simple as not having the occasion for such things. ]

I just saw them and thought of you, is all. [ He shrugged, as though the weight of unanticipated appreciation might roll off of him. And for good measure, he moved right along— ] ...Also, the box is apparently meant to store meals in. See that strap there? You use it to keep the contents from spilling.

[ His hands worked with practiced ease as he spoke, weaving Byleth's hair into a low braid. It wouldn't be in his way or feel tight, hopefully. ]

Though you could put whatever you want in it.