How could she have ever expected him to be impressed? The blade was from Tevninter, and that was hardly a place of happy memories for Fenris. Between the Magisters and Danarius, he'd have been happy to see the blighted place wiped from existence.
"I dreamt about that. And when I awoke, the blade was leaning against a wall in my room." And his markings had extended another few inches up his arms, but that could remain unmentioned. "I wonder if this is meant to be a way of preparing us for something."