For a moment her eyes snap to his and a look of shock flashes over her
face as she instinctively reaches her hand over her shoulder to make
sure that her blade is still there. The look is replaced with one of
relief, but feeling the snake-like pommel of the Yuan-ti Scimitar
instead of the familiar curve of Fyrian's, Amrielle realizes what
Kieran is referring to and drops her gaze again. "I'm having it
improved." After riding along in silence for a few more moments, she
can't take it anymore. "Are you angry with me?" she asks as she
stares down at Star's bobbing head.