[ He reaches out to brush a hand across hers where it grips the blade gently ]

You will learn. [ he says simply, for she will - he knows how good a teacher his brother is - and he nods in approval when she cleans it and puts it away ]

Blades do little against them however. [ He is still wary, eyes scanning their surroundings, but he is waiting more for that spike of fear ]

Best you get behind walls, little butterfly - there are others who will need you, and steel is not enough out here.