He was comfortable letting her take it from him, letting her hold it. If he needed it, he could take it back. He was not the type to let possessiveness override his common sense, so he let himself settle back and enjoy the look of rapture on her face as she examined the blade, again knowing the pleasure of finding another who could appreciate the craft.

Anais? He looked thoughtful. "The name is familiar," he said briefly. Was that because Ezra played Rasmus, or had he heard it while he himself had been in Bastan? "I was with Darius' group for a short time before I came here. Too short."