"Thank you." Mairon nods, interested in her reaction. If he minds that she doesn't feel pulled to wield the sword, he doesn't mention it. He does genuinely wish to see how a range of people react to the sword. Some have stronger wills than others. It does not surprise him that this young woman who has congress with spirits should have a stronger will. "This blade does want a bearer, yes." He likes to make things that are fair, entrancing.

Holding the sword expertly—there's no chance of Mairon mishandling it, as he is its maker—he presents it to her, hilt first. "If you will take it—you should know without being told how to grasp and wield it." The sword should be as easy for her to wield and use as, say, a pen. Although the metal it is made of should be quite heavy, it will feel unusually light when she takes it in her hands. A child could bear this sword.

"Its name is Mussë, which means soft. But it is soft and light only to its bearer, not whatever opponents they might face."