"I've no illusions about your replacing him, if that's what you were wondering," she said earnestly. "But if there were three, I could not bear to take the one meant for him - it would only be buried in his memory, and a waste of good steel and craftsmanship, at that. You take it." She folded his fingers over the dagger, feeling strangely touched about his hesitance to take it. In their world, there were few who would pause in accepting a dagger of such obvious quality - even one that belonged to a dead man.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes as his fingers traced over the back of her hand, then opened them when he began speaking again. "Thank you. It is one of my more redeeming qualities, and makes up for my sharp tongue," she murmured. Lhurriel swallowed and tried not to look apprehensive at the thought - it was still strange for her to reconcile Amron, a thief who had come searching for her from rumors, with the Lord of Thieves, the man Amery, and thus she, had served faithfully for the past few years. Odder still, now that she was one of his circle.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't object. But I do wish you would stop being so kind. It makes it so much harder not to like you," she half-joke, lowering herself back onto the bed. Extending a hand, she smiled at him invitingly. "Keep me warm?"