[ His expression is contagious. Did she... misunderstand?

She must have.

Of course she did.

But just as soon as her expression has completed it's three-part journey through this he's agreeing and she's left wondering why he would not simply correct her if there was confusion about his intention. But he doesn't back down and neither will she - he already thought of her previous timely exit as a retreat and she won't encourage him to think it again. Their knowledge of this place is limited and if nothing else this is an opportunity to start chipping away at the mysteries that surround them. ]

Have you seen one like it before? [ Her eyes move from the dagger to his face and back. Little time is wasted before one hand reaches out to claim it. ] I am certain it's Faerghan-made.

[ She has a memory of him at the training ground at Garreg Mach, eager to examine someone's new blade. He wasn't the only one but it's always struck her as a Faerghan thing. ]

As a child I visited Faerghus and made a dear friend who gave it to me upon leaving. It seemed an odd gift at the time but I have rarely been without it and never by choice.

[ Honesty, without being too revealing. ]