[It's good that she doesn't comment. Because he sees that frown, knows he's going to lie if he's asked about it, and with as stubborn a girl as Era can be, he doesn't want to argue. Not now, so soon into their reunion.]

[He just needs to tend to the injury later, when he has a moment. As he's promised himself so often before.]

'Tis good work. [Really good work, both the blade and its hilt, and he idly thumbs over what seems to be one of Era's own scales worked carefully into the design. It brings back old memories...]

[It's easy to assume that she means five months ago back home when he's briefly lost in earlier times, his expression something more somber. And it's a long moment before he can shake himself free of the memories, carefully pack them and all connected emotions away for a little while longer so he can focus on the young woman in front of him instead.]

Even should I not need it, I'll be sure to keep it on hand. I'd hate to lose it after the effort you poured into it.