[he's not the most astute when it comes to people but he thinks even he picks up on the subtle shift in her. He doesn't know why but he nods and hands the spool of thread back to her. In her hands it glints with it's own brief sheen of light and the invisible thread leads off from it still. He hefs his sword casually over his shoulder, looking relaxed and ready for whatever is ahead. There might even, maybe, be just the hint of challenge in his blue eyes as he says:]
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Lead the way.