Oh, that look. He mustn't be indulgent, not to that extent! No matter what good use she might make of the blade.

He glanced up to the sky again. The eternal golden light on the clouds was just beginning to take on a reddish tinge. "Dawn breaks. We should make for the nearest safe Grace and heal you, dear one. And while I cannot yet give you a blade, I have a gift waiting there for you."