Brinn rolled her head to the side as the voice announced the arrival of the Sword. She inwardly chuckled at the new name she'd given him. Her amusement in this grew exponentially, until she had to restrain a giggle.<br/><br/>The sword approached, patting his sword to enunciate his new name, and hopped into the cart. She couldn't help but release a tiny giggle as he did this. The sword bent over the wounded thief, but she rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him, and answered in a strangely slurred voice.<br/><br/>"Nah... she's fine. She should be fully cleansed. You should close her up, though..."<br/><br/>Slowly, she was becoming aware that there was no real reason for her to feel as amused as she did. It wasn't that funny. But she couldn't managed to get ahold of herself. She let out a snort of laughter as she noticed that The Sword had a sword sticking out behind him as he knelt, then clamped a hand to her mouth to stifle it.