"It does, indeed," Marek said, and gave a laugh at her second remark. They had a similar work ethic, for sure, and he enjoyed her wit. Even though she didn't seem to be at her wittiest, at the moment. "And it has been good work, making sharp and pointy things. I think if we tried again, we could do even better - at another time, I mean - unless you're satisfied with the result, of course. I think it suits you, personally."
He couldn't really have said why. But the sword, in all its imperfection, seemed like it had been born from the mettle and dangerous fire she'd brought to the work of making it. He tilted his head at her. "I could get us both some drinks, yeah? There's water and places to sit back there. Or we could go somewhere else."