[ The blade is fairly mangled; if it were his own, Diarmuid would have given up on using it a long time ago. But he appreciates a devotion to a prized weapon, and reaches for it with a quick glance at Ai Thao to make sure that it's alright to pick it up. ]

He would be happy to know that you've given the blade the time and attention that you have.

[ A little smile, the expression slightly more casual than before. ]

No doubt the thing feels the same. I know I would.