[her eyes haven't caught the sword rack yet, but a body's movement in her peripheral prompts her to halt and quickly look over - just in time to catch not only the warning, but the sword chucked her way. bristling, her arm snaps out so she can snatch the hilt, freezing in place thereafter. this partly obscures the stranger ahead of her, so all Lucina sees is a dark-haired man from the waist up - plenty to know he's no one she knows.
after a beat, her eyes flick to the sword, her mouth pursing into a frown. this isn't Falchion, but there is some comfort in having a weapon in her hand again - a bit of normalcy in this mad dream.
refocusing on the stranger:] I'm looking for a specific blade. A relic of my house. Where would I find such a thing stored?
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after a beat, her eyes flick to the sword, her mouth pursing into a frown. this isn't Falchion, but there is some comfort in having a weapon in her hand again - a bit of normalcy in this mad dream.
refocusing on the stranger:] I'm looking for a specific blade. A relic of my house. Where would I find such a thing stored?