"I'm fine. It's all right," he reassured Luke, smiling weakly at him. He pointed at the sword. "It should be the size you wanted, but... you'll have to find something to wrap the hilt in. I can only do the metal." Leon sat up a bit straighter, trying to make himself look less drained for the sake of both men. Of course, standing would still be out of the question for the moment.

He glanced toward the door and back. It was good to see them both back in one piece, and apparently the fire wasn't spreading, but... "Is everything all right with you two? Did you... find anything?"