"It's... definitely... ah." Fjord cleared his throat, momentarily distracted by that roving hand. Yeah. The muscles were there, it was good to have that affirmation, wasn't it? And now there was also a falchion, in a splash of seawater as he held out his hand and called the sword into it.

"Yeah," he added, after another pause. "Nothin' to worry about at all."

He'd just get her home and that'd be that, wouldn't it? It wasn't like the forge was that far from here...