[ Gaunt smiles a bit, and reaches into his coat again, drawing forth a dagger almost the length of a shortsword, long, silver, and absurdly sharp. ]
I have a Straight Silver, like every soldier of my Regiment. [ He flips it around, handing it to her hilt first. ]
I'd meant to give it to you later, at the reception, it is a sign that you are one of us, now. But we do as needs must, and leave the ceremonial things for later.