He puts his hands up in surrender, fingers still locked around a knife. If it's hers it's hers now.

His hands drop as he listens to her explanation of the blades. He imagines it, head bobbing a little.

Then assessment made, he asks, "Is it a lighter blade? Looks like one. You dual weild so you're ambidextrous. Could learn to swap hands mid-battle. Or carry a second piece. Otherwise you've got to recorrect your thinking patterns."