She nodded to him before taking the weapon and weighing them slightly. They weren't heavy, but they were solid and well-balanced. She could tell he took very good care of them with one glance. Returning them to him, she said, "You know, when I was a child, I hated taking care of my weapons. Cleaning and sharpening, looking for nicks... As I grew older, I appreciated the effort I put into that work, since it meant that those weapons were truly mine and a part of me, and taking care of them was like taking care of myself."