"In a manner of speaking."

But there, above the tower, you see? A swallow. The symbol of hope. Take this sword. And may what is to come about, come about.

The glance she casts his way is easy but reveals nothing, the casual wariness of a life spent on the road, of a waif who has been lost many more times before this. "You must be, with a blade like that. I've never seen anything like it."