"...Thank you. I guess." Is that a compliment, to be compared to someone flinging fire around and their destructive scope? He'll try to take it as such. At the other question, he gives a wince. "None, I'm afraid. I've met my share of people who... almost feel like they would fit in just fine, with the company. But no one truly of Ylisse."

He watches her take up the sword, only to start, once it looks like the blade might slip out of her hand. He half rushes to catch it if necessary, or press it back into her hand.

"I wouldn't believe you couldn't handle a sword, if I didn't just see it for myself." It's... a little unnerving, actually. "But your ability to cast spells is still intact?"