Oh! Oh my. Did she just manifest a protector? Is this the power of positive thinking?

Nellie's mouth quirks up into a smile as she weighs the object in her hands-- oh gosh, it's fair obvious what this is. "A sword, eh?" she says. "Been a while since I--"

don't say 'held a man's sword' don't say 'held a man's sword' don't say 'held a man's sword'

"--since I used one of these. But I think I remember. Sharp end away from me, right?"