Narron brightened at the notion of a walk.
"Then I'll come with you," he insisted.
He chuckled at Ahra's story.
"Sometimes when I was a child and did not want to fish, I would take off and surf," Narron admitted. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged at Ahra's question.
"I don't know," Narron said, easy going. "Perhaps on a walk, like us, and gathering herbs. Or at Nali's' hut. They're good friends. Oh."
He looked down at the sword in his hands, and handed it out to Ahra, still wrapped.
"Your sword," he said. "Your ship is fine. My friends took care of it. They touched nothing."