Zeetha took the dagger, and from her back, she took off one of the scabbards, handing it over to her to make sure the sword was placed away neatly.
Zeetha gave her Mother and raised eyebrow, followed by a grin of disbelief. "No man can resist a Skifander woman!" she replied, tossing the dagger up into the air and catching it. "Is he blind, perhaps?" she asked, tossing the knife up again. This time she caught it, point facing downwards, on the end of her finger. It balanced there ever so delicately, held with perfect precision.