Arthur stared at the shimmering sword that appeared out of light and air but rested heavily in Wyatt's hands. He'd never seen a sword like it before. Though apparently, at some point, it was, or would be, his.
He didn't ask permission to touch it before grasping it by the hilt and hauling it from Wyatt's hands, inspecting the blade with a critical eye. It was a copy of a dangerously powerful object, but it was a good blade nevertheless and looked more sturdy than some his knights had made for themselves. He stepped back and gave it a slight twirl around his wrist, smiling faintly as it rang and then held it back out for Wyatt to take.