"Ah. That desperate for something to complain about already?" Irhya grins, turning coyly to try and catch his eyes. "I would agree with you, by the by, but I've also never known anything else..."

But the real complaint, of course, is that he can't afford a blade for himself, something she knows she'd be restless without in a situation like this. "Tell you what, though. If I can get access to a forge in the coming days, and scrounge up some materials, I'll make you something. At -- a discount, most likely." Then she turns to Hythlodaeus and asks, "Do you want anything out of the deal? You really ought to have something to defend yourself with for the future..."