Nyara guided Eiran's palms to rest on hers, then made him think of weapons his body would be best attuned to. Her body glowed beneath her attire, and she pulled back as a silhouette began to form before them.
A single-edged blade.
"A sword. Good—a simple one!" she said, relief evident in her voice. She had been dreading some complex weapon that would take ages to master.
"I don't have a sword in this house," Eiran complained.
"Don't worry, I have that covered." She smiled, reaching her hand inside her gown. With a pulse of force, she brought out a blade in its sheath.
Eiran stared at her curious. "What's inside that gown?"
"Nothing," she replied. He frowned. "Let me see!" He jumped forward to look under the gown, but she flickered away.
"Please, stop this game!" she said seriously.
"Come on, show me. How can you pull things from your gown? What relic are you using? Is it your ability or a talent object?"