Elliott smiles a bit to himself. He doesn't mind helping at all, but it would be nice if Lisa visited just because she felt like it sometime in the future.

"Yeah," he says, though his mind rejects the idea that someone would slip into his place and leave a real sword that happens to look just like the one in his memory. Still, he can understand why she's concerned.

He folds his hands together. "Well.. I have a weapon now. Maybe I really should learn how to use it."