The corners of Ordhan's mouth quirked into a rueful smirk as Imenry described Constans's efforts. He had first been led to speak to the young man simply because whenever he saw him, he was always working. Ordhan had thought that he had been unfairly overburdened with chores; that was, of course, before he had learned of Constans's drive to always be occupied with useful work. It was also before he understood the nature of what he was.
Something drifted across Enchanter Keigwin's face when Constans was spoken of. Ordhan could not read it, but the faint sigh that escaped her told him far more than her expression. Was she, as he was, concerned that so little had been arranged for the tranquil's safety? Or did she have some sort of connection with him? She had proven inquisitive about Constans; had they known each other before he became what he was? Ordhan silenced that train of thought as soon as it began. If allowed, it would lead to conclusions he could not bear to think of--especially in a place with rules upon rules upon rules. She had never been one for rules.
The knight's face remained impassive, a shield for the burst of warring thoughts beneath it. He waited until the enchanter had a firm grasp on the practice sword's hilt before allowing its weight into her hands. Still one hand was kept beneath the blade, allowing her to test its weight before he let go; his hand was ungloved, but the sword's edge was blunt and harmless. He had been foolish, before, to hand over his own sword as if to a trained warrior. It was not as if he often kept company with those who were not--other than the nobility, and there was no chance of him handing over a weapon to any of them.
Ordhan was confident in his choice of weapon type, but Imenry's approval was an encouragement nonetheless. This time the mage did not waver when she took the sword. He noticed, as well, that though she used both hands to hold the grip, the top one was in decent imitation to a proper grip. She seemed surprised to learn that it was meant for one hand. Both strength and technique would come faster, however, if she ventured her training with two. "Is it too heavy?" he asked, looking up from her hands to her face.