He gave Bear a flat look, before retrieving the blade from a hidden pocket in his half cloak, the blade still within its hidden sheathe, carefully handling it in light of Bear's concern. Not that he wasn't always careful with unknown weapons, but he had put on his leather poison application glove first before pulling it free. "Perfectly fine, dandy, and annoying as all fuck. So normal as I will ever be. Scary thought, isn't it? So, what is the big deal with the blade?"