He says it isn't a gift, but he isn't hanging the cost of it over her head. So while he might not mean it to be one, it is. Even if it will invite more danger, like he says. She can only imagine the kind of damage this could do and while she's glad to have a reliable looking weapon, she's vaguely nauseated at the possibility of having to use it. Of having to spill blood.

Still, she doesn't let that show, just stands up a little straighter, knife clutched in both hands.

"It's well-made; thank you." She's never owned something this expensive. Even the dresses she wore for the performances with the caravan couldn't compare, most likely.

"Will you need me for the rest of the day?" There's some practicing to do, now.