"We'll see."

She doesn't sound convinced. She'd felt like she could do anything before, when she and Ronan had first started dreaming together, before she learned he was doing so much of the work of keeping the Lace away. Before she knew that Bryde's coaching came with an agenda. Before she realized that anything could be a terrifyingly destructive prospect in the wrong hands, even if those hands were hers.

She turns the sword over in her hands, unable to hide the sense of pride and relief that floods her at having it in her possession again. She doesn't show any signs of intending to stab either of the room's occupants with it, though she hasn't ruled out running a wizard through if Ronan's wrong about his ability to keep her out of jail.

She does, however, feel really weird about the other guy just standing there quietly watching all of this without deigning to speak. It's starting to creep her out, so she falls back on the comfort of flippancy when she addresses him again.

"Do you have a magic sword, too, or do you skip all that and go straight for crushing skulls with your bare hands?"

He looks like he probably could, but it seems a bit messier than ideal.