Shenyo lifted up the weapon with a quizzical look. Inspecting the hilt he glanced at hers, then back again. "This seems to be of rather high quality for a village like this. Strange." He spoke softly, ears still listening sharply to the world around them. "I'm not entirely comfortable with weapons to be honest. Good enough to get by but not especially skilled."<br/><br/>A smile went across his face as well. "You seem more full of energy than I've seen. I had to almost carry you out of that passageway before the haunted house. Is what we did effecting you this much? Making you this much stronger?" This had definitely never happened to him before. It was odd yet relieving to see her this way however. Before she had seemed to be more of a burden with the ability to occasionally assist him, but now she seemed much more that of a powerful mage. Their joining had meant more than he could have thought.<br/><br/>Sheathing the weapon he opted to hold it, instead of strapping it to his back. "Anyway, we might as well take them with us. Could be worth something even if we don't make much use of them in battle. Do you actually know how to use one of these things?" The thought suddenly occurred to him. Shenyo was used to fighting up close and had no fear of pain due to being stabbed, cut, or thrown around. Lydia was powerful indeed, but perhaps not meant to be so close to her enemy. A skilled swordsman could take on a crowd of adversaries, whereas an unskilled swordsman was likely to leave themselves open and make deadly mistakes. Was this something he was comfortable letting her do? Perhaps she had good reason.