She was of two minds, but the one was not very good for interacting with most anyone at all. Given she was not going to kill her father that evening and Marek had been wonderful company so far, that mind was not getting to have its way and occupy the fore of her brain. But it still lingered in the background, hungry and focused. But the more she talked with Marek, the easier it was to actually pay more of her attention to him and the tone and everything else. It wasn't like her to let details pass unnoticed in her mind.
"I am satisfied with the result, yes," Felixa lifted the sword again. It was going to need a name. "But swords are not like wands. No one sword fits all occasions," she laughed a little, considering both were phallic objects really, "And if I keep this one, we need to make you one." Her eyes sparkled a little. It needed a sheath eventually, but that was not now.
"Water would be excellent," Felixa agreed, as would a shower, eventually, "Somewhere else would ensure we aren't in anyone's way here." And it would be better for conversation and to stop sweating as much from the heat.