She sheaths the rapier, hangs the scabbard on her belt, and then goes about
inspecting the dagger. It, too, earns a nod of approval.
It's not the Moon Stone, not the sense of invulnerability that came with
it, but it's something. It's a familiar weight, and she feels safer for
having it.
"I'll do you a favor and try not to use these," she drawls.
no subject
She sheaths the rapier, hangs the scabbard on her belt, and then goes about inspecting the dagger. It, too, earns a nod of approval.
It's not the Moon Stone, not the sense of invulnerability that came with it, but it's something. It's a familiar weight, and she feels safer for having it.
"I'll do you a favor and try not to use these," she drawls.