[His face burns when she glares at his belt, gods Lina. But of course, he knows what she's after. The only damn thing he's useful for, in her mind, is the Sword of Light which he happened to get on a fluke favor from the Warden. And that -- hurts.]
[But given what Lina said to him the other day, that was probably the point.]
[Zelgadis sighs and detaches the sheathed sword from his belt, holding it out for her. He can't look at her directly, so he watches the Sword of Light and thinks that he's probably getting in big trouble for this. But he doesn't even care. If giving up the sword is what it takes for her to forgive him...] Fine. Here.