"I know not the answer, Agrias... I merely think to speak the words as always, yet no-one has ever failed to hear them." And he had no more answers for how he could hear, or see, or touch... yet he felt full well the touch of her hand, and without so much as a thought Ramza felt the span of his soul reach across to meet her hand. Of course it wasn't the first time he'd been wielded, but... certainly the first time done so by someone he knew so well or had come to trust so deeply; and the feel had never been so familiar or natural.

"An odd feel, I know... to hear even moreso to hold," he 'spoke' once more to Agrias. "But remember that you hold not an ordinary weapon but an comrade-in-arms. It will never be so lifeless as your old steel, but it nonetheless is yours to temper."

"And," he added with a mysteriously-audible laugh as he spoke to bring a humored bit of ease to her heart, "Try not to let yourself fret over your wielding your commander."