"No more or less than any pat on the shoulder," Agrias' still-leader once more 'spoke' to her. And it was a faint spiritual pulse of relief that passed pole to hand to heart, as Ramza saw her more at ease with wielding... well, him. "There, you see? Not so different from any other weapon in the wielding."

"I know you seldom took up weapons such as this, but as I'd said you will soon wield it as though it were second nature." He wished he could have told her more of resonance, to embrace that link between their souls and embrace her weapon as a thinking ally... but Agrias had worried on such things enough.

He would start with the basics. "Take a swing, Agrias. Fear not, I will not break."