Javert turned abruptly at the sound of a knock, raising an eyebrow in bemusement. He hadn't expected any visitors tonight. Was someone here for his roommate, then? He glanced across the room; the man was still asleep. An 'illness' like the one his nurse claimed had befallen Javert himself, or something more worrying?

No matter. He stood and answered the door, faint surprise registering on his face.

"Threepwood," he said after a moment, his gaze shifting to the sword. Well, that was unexpected. He had mentally berated himself the morning after he'd given the young man the sword; he hadn't expected to actually see it again.

"I suppose thanks are in order." There was faint amusement in his voice now. He reached out and took the sword. "Have you found a weapon of your own, then?"