[ Eddie's face lighting up is enough to dispel the worries that she has like the sun breaking through the clouds. It has her breaking into a grin, the first in several hours since they began this endeavour.

There's a moment when he pulls her that she freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected sign of affection. She doesn't know why she thinks that he wouldn't thank her for her help, but she certainly doesn't expect him to hug her either. Maybe it's because she had been so convinced that her first crack at this would end up as a complete failure, or at the very least, not how he had envisioned it which would require another attempt at it at a future date. She had failed to make a sword to someone's description before so she had expected a similar outcome.

But Eddie liked it. He had looked at it like it was the most "metal as hell" thing he had looked at. And while she isn't satisfied with her medicore attempt, Eddie's reaction fills her chest with a warmth all the same. After a moment she returns his hug, fiercely squeezing him close. ]

Oh, please I didn't do that much. I'm sure someone could make a better version of it. In fact we probably could if we kept trying. [ There's a genuine smile in her voice. ] But I'm glad you like it, Eddie.