She didn't say anything, she couldn't find anything appropriate<i>to</i>say that wouldn't be an attempt to talk him out of this, to undermine this man rising to answer the call.<br/><br/>Instead she stayed silent, nodding when he produced the cleaver. Gently, almost reverently, she used her free hand to wrap the cloth around the cleaver and set it near the door before standing between it and Korsarro. Feeling anxious she gave a glance over at Arngeirr, his unarmed abilities would serve much better here if something went wrong. She was just playing second fiddle if things became terminal.