[ Trusting her by now is easy, or rather he isn't quite sure how to mistrust and do anything about it, so he takes the handle of the knife. Shoulders raising as if with the feeling of the hairs on the back of his neck, he looks down to stare at it and acclimate to the energy. His eyes are glittering again with obvious interest and curiosity and wonder.
It takes a moment for him to remember what she asked. ] Yeah, I've used knives before.
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It takes a moment for him to remember what she asked. ] Yeah, I've used knives before.